Thinking of when Willow was injured, she felt a pain like her heart was being carved out.
Hope sniffed, bit the inside of her cheek, and forced back her tears.
This wasn't over yet; she couldn't indulge in sadness now, there were still matters to handle.
Waylon Lewis, having listened to Thomas Hughes' report, walked over to Hope Williams, brushed aside her soft bangs, and looked at her red eyes with an overwhelming sense of heartache.
"Shall we go home first?"
Hope looked up at him, "I still have things to do."
"Someone else will take care of what you need to do; you need to go home now, Old Ortiz is still waiting for you."
Waylon lifted his phone, showing the time to Hope.
It was already very late.
Hope had waited stubbornly for Aria Richardson to come out, holding her ground for over six hours unwilling to leave.
Waylon knew she was sad and worried, so he let her be.
