Owen Moreland glanced at Amelia Clarke and finished the soup.
Mia Moreland really wanted to put down her chopsticks. She always felt like she was being tormented by the two people across from her. Although they weren't doing anything intimate, she could clearly feel the vibe of single-dog torture from their calm gazes and ordinary actions.
After finishing the meal and returning to the hospital, outside the Critical Care Unit, Grace Moreland was sitting in a resting chair. When she saw Owen Moreland, she stood up and said to him, "My mom sent me to replace you. You haven't slept all night, go back and rest. My mom said we'll take turns watching from now on."
Owen Moreland had no objections to this. Standing in front of the glass window, he looked inside for a while. The sight of the octogenarian with tubes all over her body, lying motionless, was unsettling to anyone, let alone her closest kin.