Leah talked for a while and quickly fell asleep from exhaustion. Delphine left the ward, and sure enough, Griffith Squire was still squatting in a small corner outside the ward by the wall.
The man was holding a cigarette in one hand and flipping through reports with the other, fully focused on his work as he squatted. His handsome face became even more appealing with a hard-to-describe allure when he was serious, making the passing pretty nurses feel flustered, turning back every step they took.
Delphine walked over, kicked him lightly, rolled her eyes, and said coldly, "Everyone's asleep, who are you pretending to pity?"
"Little Delphine, you're so cruel, you almost broke my leg with that kick," Griffith Squire said, bending over, with a look of unbearable pain, as he straightened up like an old man, unsteadily trying to lean on Delphine.