The atmosphere outside the Critical Care Unit was oppressive.
Emily Collins saw Amelia Clarke, and her eyes, swollen like walnuts, once again brimmed with tears.
"Amelia, what are you doing here? Have you eaten breakfast?"
Amelia handed over the thermos she was carrying, "I've eaten. This is for you and grandpa. Please eat while it's still warm."
Old Master Collins was sitting on a nearby lounge chair. Amelia helped Emily sit next to him, opened the thermos, took out the spoons, and served them their porridge and breakfast.
"The granddaughter is truly filial," someone commented nearby.
With her two swollen eyes, Emily managed a smile, a genuine pleasure radiating from her eyes and brows. But as she smiled, the tears came again.
