"Angela, you and Shaun stay here. I'm going to check on Janet." Samantha gave Angela a quick nod toward the OR before turning and heading down the corridor toward the patient ward.
"Don't worry," Shaun said, slinging an arm around Angela's shoulder, easily reading the worry etched on her face. "No matter what happens to Trista, this daughter-in-law is ours for sure."
His tone was light, but his meaning was serious. He wasn't afraid of taking on the burden—Angela's hidden worries were written all over her face, and he was already carrying them with her.
"You're the best, hubby." Angela smiled through her tears, sniffling as her heart warmed.
They both knew Janet had another battle ahead, and it was obvious Charles wouldn't be the one to truly care for Trista.
That responsibility would fall on them.
"Then how about showing some appreciation?" Shaun grinned shamelessly, pointing to the corner of his lips and winking at her.
