Within half an half, she arrived at the hospital.

Holding Connor, Natalie entered and called out, “Stanley!”

“Nat, you’re here.” Stanley was sipping water through a straw. When he heard her voice, he struggled to look up and gave her a weak smile.

Natalie hummed in reply, walked over to him, and put Connor down. Then, she observed Stanley with concern. “How are you feeling?”

Connor looked at him as well.

Stanley shook his head, smiling bitterly. “Not too good. Now, I finally understand how patients feel when they lie in bed unable to move an inch.”

Joyce put the cup of water aside. “Stanley, don’t move too much lest you put a strain on the wounds.”

“No.” Stanley replied faintly. His attitude towards her and the attitude towards Natalie were completely two extremes.

Joyce’s countenance froze for a moment. The expression in her eyes sank and she kept quiet.

Observing this situation, Natalie felt apologetic. Her lips moved. “As a matter of fact…”

 

speaking, Joyce picked up her bag,

stretched out her hand to stop her but was stopped by Stanley, “Nat, leave

 

by himself. She looked

friends the longest but she did not know how

attitude towards Joyce was not so cold. It only became like this three years ago.

Stanley’s eyes as his glasses reflected light so she could not see his

is between the Rivers and the Quinns, so it’s better you

eyes widened

that it was just between

it was better for her not to pry

understand.” Natalie

glasses and rubbed his eyes, “By the way, Nat, I heard Joyce say that Mr. Shane

startled when she heard

Shane mention anything? Did he

was said that the driver was drunk and the brakes failed which caused

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