Leaving the unfamiliar gated community, Summer Thorne went back to the hospital.
The sky was already dark, but it was only seven in the evening, so the hospital hadn't completely quieted down.
Louis Sutton, for a change, was actually lying quietly in his hospital bed, staring at the adjacent bed with a complex and shocked expression.
On the bed next to his, a pot-bellied, middle-aged man was fast asleep, snoring like thunder.
Seeing Summer Thorne come in, Louis Sutton quickly looked away, his cold, haughty expression returning.
Summer Thorne put the food she'd bought on his bedside table, skillfully set up the overbed table for him, and then placed the food in front of him.
Louis Sutton was clearly torn for a moment, but his body was honest. He opened the bag, pried open the containers with his clumsy hand, and lowered his head to eat.
