Yesterday evening, a sudden emergency occurred, and she was rushed to St. Luke's Private Hospital.
Emma Benson stood silently with a frown, and Walter Schmidt, seeing this expression on her face, his handsome countenance slightly cold, patted and comforted her back.
Upon hearing the news, Tara Summer also came to see her in the bedroom on the third floor, leaving the men in the outer room to give the two women some private space.
"Looking at your expression, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Tara Summer sat in the leather chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the woman's back before her, the corners of her lips holding a helpless smile.
Emma Benson stood silently, cradling her chest with one hand and propping her chin with the other, her eyes gazing outside the window. The early June noon, the weather was already extremely hot, the outside temperature reaching up to thirty-six, thirty-seven degrees.
