Amelia Linton walked to the window with her phone, looked down, and sure enough, she saw that familiar figure downstairs at the inpatient department.
What is he doing here so late? She didn't see anyone else around, did he intentionally sneak out? Does he really not want to be with her that much?
It must be that. What could he possibly have going on this late? Everyone from the company has gone home. He must be avoiding her.
With this thought, Amelia Linton couldn't help but feel angry. She walked over, grabbed her coat, left the room, and headed straight downstairs to find Fabian Holmes, who was standing outside the inpatient building.
Meanwhile, after sending a text message and not receiving any more calls from Amelia, Fabian's mood was not as agitated as before.
He paced back and forth with his phone in hand, occasionally lifting it to check, then checking again after a moment.
"Fabian Holmes! Who are you waiting for?"
