At Promise Hospital.
Marcel Quinn and Doris Stearns were standing in the hospital lobby, looking toward the main entrance. They looked tense, waiting for someone to arrive. Ten minutes passed, but the person they were waiting for had not yet arrived.
Doris couldn't help but look at her Rolex occasionally. Her mind wondered why time was so slow? Why hasn't the first brother arrived yet?
Time was not being kind to them. The longer they delay the major surgery to save Molly, the less chance of success. This worries her so much.
After seeing her Rolex, she looked at Marcel Quinn standing beside her. Same with her, this man also looked restless. "Marcel, are you sure his plane is already landing?"
"Yes! Gavin has just texted me. Now, they are heading here…" Marcel replied without looking at Doris, his eyes still looking at the street ahead. His voice sounded calm. However, what was going on in his mind right now was chaotic. Like, there's a storm raging in his mind.
