"I thought you said your wife is inside that ward," The lady furrowed her brows.
Oliver grinned nervously as he scratched his black hair, and thought about what to say next. It was a joke that was supposed to cheer Charles up.
"Erm, actually she is my ex-wife, he is the new husband but I still care_"
"Then why did you not go with him to the doctor's office and why is he calling you boss?" The lady was confused.
"Okay, so the thing is_"
"Wait, don't tell me, your wife, I mean your ex-wife fell in love with your worker and you still care for them?" She shook her head, pitifully gazing at him, "You poor soul, you are such a good man," She stroked his hair, fondly.
"Yeah, you can say that, I am...such a good soul," He feigned a smile and turned to look at the door in front of them, "Please be fine, Isabella," He muttered under his breath. Deep down he was worried for Charles.