Outside the Operating Room at Lichfield Hospital, a small crowd had gathered. Everyone was anxiously waiting for news about Justin.
Even Chase and Alex, who had already gone home, rushed back to the hospital. The moment they heard their mom had been rescued but Uncle Justin’s life was still hanging by a thread, they couldn’t stay away.
“Mommy… Uncle Justin’s gonna be okay, right?” Alex clutched Haley’s hand tightly, his voice small and shaky.
“He will. He’s going to be fine.”
She didn’t know if she was comforting him or herself.
Her wounds had been treated, and she had changed into clean clothes, but her gaze stayed fixed on the operating room doors. Her gaze was full of complicated emotion.
A sharp scoff came from one of the hallway seats. Stella crossed her arms and sneered, her tone biting.
“I called it, didn’t I? She’s cursed! First she comes back, and next thing you know—our father dies, then Heidi, and now Justin’s at death’s door. What more proof do you need?”
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