「At the hospital.」
When Aria Sterling arrived, Landon Hawthorne had already been transferred from the emergency department to a regular ward.
On the hospital bed, Landon Hawthorne lay there, looking as if he'd lost the will to live.
Everyone always said he was tough to kill, and while he'd had his share of bad luck before, he'd never had a day as unlucky as this.
It was the kind of day where even drinking water would get stuck in his teeth.
When Aria Sterling saw Landon Hawthorne, his hands and legs were wrapped in gauze. He had a badly swollen bruise on his forehead, and due to his injuries, he was on an IV drip.
The sight of Aria Sterling immediately revived his spirits. "Aria, quick, come take a look at me! See if I'm cursed or something. It's been like I'm haunted today, just one disaster after another..."
After listening to Landon Hawthorne's litany of complaints, Aria Sterling had to admit, he was in a pretty miserable state.
