CHAPTER 70
Later in the day, Mathew Sterrn was finally able to move. Taking gentle, cautious steps, he winced as the bruises on his back, from being slammed against the wall ached with every movement. His head throbbed with a dull pain each time he turned it even slightly.
Parkston had not returned to his ward or resumed any of his duties since the earlier confrontation with Grace. He remained seated quietly near the hall entrance, staring blankly into space as he reflected on what could possibly come next.
Noticing the tension etched into his face, Mathew Sterrn limped toward him. "Your duties must have really stressed your ass out," he muttered, easing himself toward the bench.
Robert didn't answer. He only managed a forced smirk.
"Can I?" Mathew gestured toward the bench.
"Sure," Robert replied, shifting to make space.
"What's going on, man? Why do you look so weighed down?" Mathew asked with concern.
Robert let out a sigh. "Just work."
