"If it were you, you'd definitely be a good father." Daisy Ginger chuckled, nodding gently at Ian Linton, "Are you here to bring food to Emily? She just fell asleep. Go ahead and take it; I'm heading home now."
Their voices seemed to reach inside the hospital room. Abigail Perry popped her head out and, upon seeing Ian, broke into a delighted grin: "Ian, you're here? It's really kind of you to bring food every day, even with your busy work. I can handle this small task; you don't have to come daily."
Ian responded gently, "Emily and I had a disagreement, and you've been taking care of her all day—I really feel guilty about that. I've asked the chef to make some nourishing soup for her. Please, go ahead and give it to Emily."
Abigail stepped forward to take the insulated bottle from Ian's hands and, noticing he didn't plan to visit Emily inside, she asked curiously, "Aren't you coming in, Ian?"
