The next afternoon.
As the time for the surgery approached, Joy Linwood noticed Clara Sutton still hadn't arrived. She glanced at the two bags on the table, her expression tense and uneasy, as the threads of anxiety in her heart continued to stretch.
"Joy, don't worry. Didn't the doctor say your surgery is quite simple? Relax, don't stress yourself out." Mrs. Linwood looked at her daughter's worried face, feeling quite distressed. Once so glamorous in front of the camera, now looking more haggard for her daughter's sake.
She hadn't seen a smile on her daughter's face for a long time.
Joy Linwood lowered her gaze, silent, hand gripping the blanket tightly. She recalled the unfortunate incident this morning when she got up to go to the bathroom and was hit by a fallen floor lamp. It made her feel increasingly sure something would happen during the surgery.
"Knock knock—"
