In the small building.
The white-haired man was holding the girl's hand and fell into a deep sleep by the edge of the bed.
The girl's breathing was very steady.
This scene resembled to the great extent, a man and a woman leaning on each other in a lone boat.
It was such a heart-wrenching scene that no one dared to step forward and break it.
"Let's wait a bit before going in there," Yvette Foster wiped away her tears from the corner of her eyes and whispered to everyone.
Adam Stephens, watching the scene inside, also felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
All their worries before had eventually become true.
Under normal circumstances, they would be venting their anger on the man. Right now though, they just couldn't barge in and reprimand him.
For Len Hawthorne, it was as if he'd aged prematurely for the sake of their daughter. One must be in profound grief to become white-haired overnight.
The scenes of that day were becoming enlarged in their mind.