Chapter 105: In two weeks

The elevator stopped on the 6th floor, and Edward stepped out. He didn’t turn into the restroom, nor did he head down to the hospital lobby. Instead, he turned left, where the rooms of actively treated patients were concentrated. And there was Jasper—his beloved “brother.” Edward found a secluded spot and sat down, quietly observing the situation. Of course, the “hidden” spot he chose conveniently provided a full view of Jasper’s hospital room.

After sitting there for about three minutes, Mrs. Sherwood emerged from Jasper’s room. In less than a week, she seemed to have aged significantly, losing almost ten pounds. Mrs. Sherwood, currently in her sleepwear, had disheveled hair, wore flip-flops, and exuded an unkempt and disheveled appearance. As soon as she stepped out of Jasper’s room, she started yawning continuously, resembling a person addicted to cigarettes. Perhaps because of the continuous nights spent caring for Jasper, combined with the troubles she was facing, Mrs. Sherwood h