The moment Evangeline saw the woman, her eyes suddenly lit up.
It was as if a drowning person had finally grasped a piece of driftwood.
She almost rushed forward to pour out her grievances, yet somehow forced herself to hold back.
The woman’s gaze fell on Evangeline, soft to the point of being almost excessive.
But at the next instant, she withdrew every trace of warmth, sweeping a cold, commanding look at us:
“Are you people done disturbing the patient?”
The doctor Sebastian had called froze, then hurried forward.
“Director, you—why are you here yourself?”
“If I didn’t come,” the woman snorted, her tone sharp, “the ceiling of this ward would have been torn off by all these irrelevant people.”
“Out. Everyone out.”
“Do not disturb the patient’s rest.”
She kept her hands in the po
