At that moment, the door to Brenda's room opened, and the doctor stepped out.
Both Margaret and Xander walked to him at once.
"How is she?" Margaret asked, his brows drawn in worry.
The doctor gave a polite nod before replying, "Her vitals have stabilized for now. The medicine has eased her pain. But …" He paused a brief second before continuing. "Her condition is growing fragile. I fear she is very close to the worst. In the coming days, let her rest as much as possible."
Xander shifted on his feet uncomfortably.
However, Margaret looked past the doctor in the room calmly. Her eyes were fixed on the sleeping figure of Brenda, who was still attached to the drip.
"We got it, Dr. Han. Thank you."
The doctor nodded and then left.
Xander went to escort him out. When he returned, he saw Margaret still standing there, outside the room, watching inside the room the way she had been.
"Ms. Marie?" he interrupted her, but Margaret didn't turn to look at him.
