City Center Hospital.
The hospital ward was crowded with people.
The atmosphere was somber and oppressive.
No one spoke.
Edbert Walker, who cried all night, fell asleep from exhaustion at Yolanda Bardot's bedside.
Dilbert Walker was on the other side.
With bloodshot eyes, he seemed to have stopped trembling, staring unblinkingly at Yolanda's form.
His face looked even more weathered—
His stubble, like black weeds, had gone wild with growth overnight.
Streaks of tears carved ravines on his haggard face, like cracks, hard to heal...
Tercy Mason held little Xavier Gale, sitting nearby with a look of desolation, staring at the family on the hospital bed.
A sense of helplessness and sorrow at the unpredictability of life.
The Lunar New Year was about to be celebrated.
It should have been joyous.
But such a tragedy had suddenly occurred.
The Walker Family and Brother Dilbert were likely to be shrouded in shadows for a long time…
