Skye: It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I was just asking. Seeing that I didn’t answer, he didn’t press further. Soon, we arrived at the hospital. Before parting ways, I thanked him for the ride, and he insisted on getting my phone number. Honestly, I didn’t really want to give it to him, but the way he reasoned and persuaded me made me feel guilty for refusing. He didn’t seem like a bad person, so I wasn’t too worried. Later, I stood outside Wayne’s ward. I looked through the glass to see my mother giving him her homemade tonic soup, her expression unusually soft—the kind I had never seen on her before. After lingering a moment at the door, I finally summoned the courage to enter. My mother turned and saw me, and instantly, her gentle smile vanished, replaced by a scowl. Me: Mom, how’s Wayne’s leg? What did the doctor say? I paused and asked softly, looking at her. M
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