Emma's frustration boiled as she turned toward the door, her words still hanging heavily in the air. "No! Everything is not okay!" she snapped, her voice shaking with anger. She quickly rushed to the door, stopping right in front of everyone. "Move!"
But instead of continuing to be angry, her eyes betrayed her, and tears started to fall.
"Hey... honey... what's wrong?" Allan immediately stepped forward, gently holding her arms. His expression was filled with confusion as his eyes darted between Emma and Eleanor, who stood near the bed, frozen. "What's happening? We heard both of you shouting, so we rushed in because we were worried," he explained softly.