Quinnie Doyle didn't immediately speak; her gaze fixed intently on Julian Hayes, who had his back towards Ellie Doyle, waiting for his next move.
At that moment,
Ellie Doyle noticed a four-year-old child beside Quinnie.
Ellie stepped forward, her hand resting on the back of the child facing away from her: "Young man, are you Mr. Hayes's son? What is your name?"
Julian Hayes's eyes, already reddened, started to brim with tears at this point.
He bit his lower lip hard, preventing the tears from falling.
Quinnie Doyle quietly sighed, stepped forward, and grabbed Ellie's arm, intending to change the subject: "Mommy, I saw that you weren't at the hospital and got worried something had happened here, so I came looking for you. When are we leaving this place?"
Hearing her son's words, Ellie felt a warmth in her heart; she squatted down to straighten Quinnie's clothes: "Mommy is still busy, we'll need to wait a bit longer before we can go."