"Who is Grace Winslow's family? Come and sign this." In the hospital, in the brightly lit corridor outside the operating room, the light illuminated Archer Rhys's deathly pale face.
The moment he heard the voice, his entire body tensed up, trembling uncontrollably. It took him a long while to struggle to his feet and stumble toward the operating room door.
"She..."
The doctor frowned at Archer Rhys's pale face. "Young man, all this blood on you... are you all right?"
"I'm fine. How is she?" Archer Rhys shook his head, fighting back a wave of dizziness as he asked in a deep voice.
The doctor glanced at the file in his hand and gave it to Archer Rhys. "Go pay the fees and get her admitted. She'll be under observation for a night. If everything's fine, she can be discharged."
"Her injury isn't serious. The bullet just grazed her arm. She needed a few stitches. You..."
