At the central hospital of Krine.
Eliza sat on the chair, anxiously staring at the words "in operation" on the top of her head.
Beside her, Roseane's assistant Gilbert squatted on the ground, constantly grabbing his hair with his fingers.
"I shouldn't let her be capricious."
"I should have sensed that something was not right when she told me that she wanted a day off this afternoon..."
"But my mind was full of date with my girlfriend tonight..."
"If anything happens to Roseane, I will never forgive myself..."
Gilbert, a big man of 6 feet, sounded like crying.
Eliza pursed her lips and raised her hand to pat his shoulder. "Roseane will be fine."
"It's all my fault."
Gilbert cried and buried his head in his arms. "I shouldn't have let her go out today. I shouldn't have let her go find Matthew. I shouldn't..."