Await Jonathan’s slumber.
Jane proceeded to the open area at the back of the hospital and contacted the cleaning agency.
“What’s wrong with your staff? They leave without any sense of responsibility.”
“It’s just a kid playing around. You wouldn’t understand. As the employer, shouldn’t you be notified?”
“I hope you fulfill your promises.” Jane ended the call, her face displaying frustration.
Remembering Jonathan’s struggles during their stay at the hospital, she felt guilty and concerned.
“Why are you so upset?” A male voice interrupted her thoughts.
Jane turned around to see a young man in a white coat approaching her.
He had gold-rimmed glasses and an elegant demeanor. He was Peter Tuchel, Jonathan’s attending physician.
“It’s nothing.” Jane nodded slightly, g
