The nurse kept muttering to herself as Henry Hudson leaned back against a soft pillow, managing to ascertain the gist of her words.
He glanced at the infusion bottle dripping medication through a tube and listened to the nurse discussing Charlotte Thompson, allowing a complex emotion to envelope his eyes.
"Miss Nurse." Henry interrupted gently, "That's not the case."
The nurse made an 'ah' sound, lifting her head to look at him. She then sighed deeply, commenting, "Mr. Hudson, everyone accepted what was on Weibo, you're just being too soft-hearted."
She pursed her lips, stopping her words, then continued, "I don't mean to defame Miss Thompson, but all the facts are clear…"
"They are only part of the story." Henry smoothed his bed sheet, a soft laughter escaping his lips. His face still bore a spring-like smile, but it was mixed with an indefinable bitterness.