Elias Patel bit his lower lip, maintaining a forced smile on his face.
"Thank you, ma'am, but I have other matters to attend to, so I won't sit down."
Hope Williams watched her without a word, keenly catching the jealousy in the depths of her eyes.
Hope Williams kept up the appearance of civility.
"Since Miss Patel has things to do, I won't keep you. Take care, Miss Patel."
Elias Patel nodded slightly, her gaze pausing for a moment when it swept over Waylon Lewis.
Waylon Lewis didn't look at her, all his attention was on Hope Williams the whole time.
Elias Patel's grip on her purse tightened, she took a deep breath, suppressed her emotions, and walked out of the ward calmly.
The door to the ward closed.
Hope Williams glanced at the flowers sent by Elias Patel and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Mr. Lewis," Hope Williams called out to Waylon Lewis in a deep voice.
Waylon Lewis was startled; Hope seldom addressed him that way.
"What is it?"
