Wen Xin lay in the hospital bed with her wounds tended to, her complexion pale, eyes tightly shut, and brows deeply furrowed, seemingly not sleeping soundly.
Wen Huai sat beside Wen Xin, hands clenched, his gaze riveted on the slender wrist pierced by an IV, silent, his thoughts unknown to anyone.
Just then, the door to the hospital room opened from the outside. Wen Huai thought it was Moore entering and didn't lift his head.
"Is she... okay?"
On hearing a cool and distant voice, Wen Huai frowned, looked up, and with a puzzled expression, gazed at the man standing beside the bed.
"Mr. Chairman? What are you doing here?" Wen Huai's face darkened. He did not seem pleased to see the man before him.
Alfredo watched Wen Xin with a fervent look, unresponsive to Wen Huai's words.
About five minutes passed before Alfredo shifted his gaze from Wen Xin, looked over at Wen Huai's unwelcoming eyes.
"What do you plan to do?"