Damian put the tray on the small table in Lynne's lap. The man smiled, grabbed a bowl of porridge and intended to feed his wife. "Honey, that bastard, I mean Lucas. I got news that he's dead. A mysterious person killed him last night."
Lynne still seemed to have no vitality. The woman was just daydreaming and occasionally crying hysterically. As a result, Marco had to check the ward at certain intervals routinely to ensure Lynne's psychological development.
Damian was smart and he was a great doctor, of course, but his somewhat low emotional intelligence made him a little less sensitive to his wife's current condition. But Damian still tried his best. The man continued to invite his wife to chat, ignoring the fact that the woman wasn't really listening to him. Not even the slightest re
