Days of idly waiting for death always pass quickly.
By the time the scab on her forehead fully fell off, leaving only a small pinkish fresh scar, a week had just passed.
When Trenton Smith arrived, Aldana Candi had already changed out of her hospital gown into the casual clothes he had someone purchase for her in advance.
Wearing a teal long-collared sweater, Aldana Candi's small pale face was buried inside the warm sweater, making her look pitifully frail and youthful. When she saw him, she raised her head to smile at him: "Good morning."
She seemed not to be afraid at all.
Trenton Smith sighed softly, had someone bring a wheelchair over, and then had his bodyguard carefully place her in it.
As he was pushing her out the door, the usually silent Aldana Candi suddenly called out to him: "Mr. Smith."
Trenton Smith was walking ahead; hearing Aldana Candi's voice, he stopped and turned his head towards her.
"Is there any news of Eric?"
