At the end of the corridor, Cyrus hurried over.
Avery stood up, his hands shaking. He clenched his hand, loosened it, and clenched it again, but he still could not calm down.
Without waiting for Cyrus to speak, Avery said, "Give me your phone."
Cyrus was stunned for a moment before he handed over his phone and said worriedly, "Mr. Gallard, you..."
Avery did not reply. He took the phone and started dialing.
His face was darkened as he muttered to himself, "I'll give her a call. It's getting dark. It's time to go back."
Avery thought, Darlene did not have heart failure. She only had ordinary heart disease, so she was not the one who the nurse said had been dead.
Avery dialed Darlene's phone and secretly let out a sigh of relief, waiting for the familiar voice to come over.
However, after several calls, other than the beeping sound and the voice broadcast, there was no other response.