"Henry."
Henry Thompson stepped in from outside, took a glance at the pallid Henry Hudson, and his heart ached a little more. He pursed his lips, a flicker of contemplation in his eyes.
"Brother Thompson." A hint of a smile played on Henry Hudson’s lips as he faintly looked at the man before him. He tried to sit up, but Thompson quickly reached out to support him, speaking with concern.
"You’ve been injured, you should stop moving around."
Henry Hudson grinned composedly, parting his ashen lips, gratitude laced his words: "I’m almost completely fine now, and I owe it to your care during this ti."
Thompson spoke softly, patting Hudson’s back, signaling him to lie down.
His tone was mild: "You should really rest. You look very weak."
Recalling Charlotte Thompson’s earlier request, Thompson nodded at Hudson and spoke with a gentle tone.
"I’ll take the children and leave first. You rest well."
After settling Hudson, Thompson hastened the children to leave.
He patted Hank Thompson’s head who showed a lingering countenance, and gave him a smile.
"If we don’t leave now, when your mom cos back and finds us here, I won’t know how to explain."
Seeing a rare pitiful expression on Thompson’s face, the children wanted to laugh.
However, in order not to worry their mom, they each took their tiny hands and quickly followed Thompson out of the ward.
Hudson waved at Hank who kept looking back, suggesting him to go peacefully.
Hank nodded and left without saying anything, closely following Thompson’s steps.
Not long after the children left, Charlotte Thompson rushed in. Her voice was anxious as she inquired the doctor.
"Doctor, it’s been several days, why haven’t his wounds healed?"
The doctor glanced at the dical record in his hand, then subtly at Charlotte’s hand gripping his sleeve. He gave a gentle reply.
"Postoperative care has been spot on. You needn’t worry too much. Everyone’s constitution is different, recovery still needs so ti. There won’t be any problems."
"But..."
The sound of the door opening interrupted what Charlotte was about to say. The doctor calmly walked to the front of the bed, did so basic checks on Hudson.
Then he looked at Charlotte, took note of the anxiousness on her face, and spoke leisurely.
"No need to worry. We can remove the stitches in about a week. Just pay attention to his diet during this ti."
Hearing what the doctor said, a hint of calmness appeared on Charlotte’s worried face.
She sighed in relief and looked at Hudson on the bed, only to see a smile on his handso face. She didn’t know what delighted him.
"Thanks, doctor."
Hudson drew back his gaze, looked at the doctor before him, and spoke lightly.
The doctor nodded, didn’t say much, just briefly gave a few precautions, then left the room.
The large room suddenly beca extrely empty. Charlotte stood up to adjust the IV, her gaze filled with worry landed on Hudson.
Hudson felt unexplainably nervous under her gaze. Thinking about the topic he was going to discuss with Charlotte later, cold sweat ca out of his palms.
"Charlotte."
Hudson’s voice was gentle. His long eyelashes masked his inner struggle, his brown pupils were lit with a beautiful light.
His gaze casually lingered on Charlotte, and she turned to look at him.
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