On the other side, in the hallway.
The dim yellow light splashed across the clean floor, casting shadows of anyone who walked across it, adding to a sense of uncanny gloom in the environment.
Justin Battleson leaned slightly against the wall with his arms crossed. From his angle, he could only see the side profile of Oliver Hudson, but not Charlotte Thompson, who was talking to him inside the room.
As Justin watched Oliver enter the room and the door to the sickroom closed, he suppressed an unusual look in his eyes, preparing to turn and leave.
He had done what he needed to do, so why should he make himself feel uncomfortable here?
Besides, she... probably didn't want to see him either.
Just as he was about to turn around, there was a sudden click coming from not far away. Subconsciously, he lifted his eyes towards another room. The door was slowly being pulled open, and a tender voice came out.
"Didn't anyone notice Annie had gone out?"