Night fell.
The lights of Korsyth gradually flickered on. The lights from countless homes and winding streetlamps formed a brilliant cityscape.
Cecilia Nathan had just found a caregiver for Finn Hawthorne's sister when she remembered that Damian Hawthorne hadn't eaten dinner yet.
As she reached the door, Cecilia heard the sound of cheerful chatter and laughter coming from inside the hospital room.
Cecilia's hand froze on the doorknob.
Just then, the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing a woman with a gentle face.
The woman's skin was fair, like winter snow, and her beautiful eyes were so bright and dazzling they seemed to speak.
"Who is it?"
Damian Hawthorne's nonchalant voice drifted out.
Cecilia's eye twitched.
'It's only been half a day,' Cecilia thought. 'How does Damian already have another woman here?'
