Seeing the woman was emotionally charged and on the verge of collapse, Dean looked at Harry. "Buddy, let me talk to her. As for the child, once this is over and you've both calmed down, you can deal with it properly."
Outside the door, a group of eavesdropping nurses sighed in relief. These unmarried and married female nurses were all quite envious of the young, handsome, and roguish Detective Dean; each harbored her own thoughts about him.
CREAK. The ward door opened.
Harry emerged, looking dejected, only to bump into the group of eavesdropping nurses. Before he could react, one of the nurses scoffed, "Pfft, jerk!" and gave him the finger before turning away. The others followed suit, each spitting and flipping him off, leaving Harry completely dumbfounded.
Only one, a robust Black nurse, looked Harry up and down. Then, smiling, she pulled out her phone and whispered, "Never mind them. I like a sturdy young man like you. How about a drink after work?"
