She didn't even know if her mother had tried to call her when she felt unwell.
If she had called, and Tessa had her phone off, it could have caused her mom...
At this thought, Tessa Caldwell's heart felt as if it had been clawed by something sharp, with her blood pooling and throbbing painfully in her chest.
When they arrived, the light in the operating room was still on.
An occasional nurse would enter or exit, and Tessa would grab them to ask, "How is it? How's the patient's condition?"
The nurses would only say to her, "The surgery is still ongoing."
Tessa stood quietly outside, tormented by anxiety and helplessness.
As time ticked by, the doctor finally emerged.
Tessa hurried forward, "Doctor, how is my mom?"
