Ella Jackson left a sentence and went to find the nurse, changed into sterile clothing, and entered the Intensive Care Unit.
Collins Aiden's thin lips pressed slightly, and his cold eyes flickered a bit, worriedly following Ella Jackson's footsteps.
In the hospital room, the light was very dim, Stella York lay quietly asleep, her chest showed no movement, if not for the bedside, the sound from the instruments occasionally sounding, they would probably all think she was already dead.
Lucas Scott sat alone by the bedside, his tall body sitting upright, his hands tightly holding Stella York's hand.
His face showed a very calm expression, as if just watching her like this, time and space had disappeared, leaving only the two of them in this silent yet beautiful world.
Upon hearing the footsteps behind him, he slightly raised his eyes but did not turn around.
