The next day,
Two nurses attending to Delyth stood outside her room, exchanging worried glances. When Ryan arrived, he asked with a frown, "What's wrong?" He had been in the middle of an important meeting when the hospital called, urging him to come urgently.
One of the nurse sighed in relief and said, "Mr. Foster, finally, you are here. We are sorry to call you like that, but it was important, and we didn't know who else to call for Ms. Ember. It's time for her to take her meds, but she is refusing all our requests."
Ryan pinched the space between his brows, his jaws tensing in frustration. The nurse sensing his irritation, added in low voice, "Mr. Foster, Ms. Ember needs to take the medicines on time. She has just undergone critical surgery, and her condition could deteriorate if she's not proper cared for."