Watching the two of them in high spirits, Edward Stephens lit a cigarette, took a drag, and glanced at the woman on the hospital bed through the faint mist.
Then, he turned around calmly and left.
"Edward," Ian Linton called out to him, chasing after him from behind. He looked at him, seeming a bit embarrassed, "Let me walk you downstairs. I really made a fool of myself today, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Edward slightly lifted his chin and said indifferently, "I still have some matters to attend to. You can go back, this is far enough."
At his words, Ian stopped, giving him an apologetic smile, "I really troubled you tonight."
Edward waved his hand and turned to leave.
He stubbed out the cigarette and tossed it into the trash can, then got into the car parked at the hospital entrance.
On the passenger seat, the pink delicate gift box glimmered slightly under the dim car light. He sat in the driver's seat, glanced down at the time, and his brows furrowed gently for an instant.
