Chapter 113 Poor Stone
The moon was beautiful tonight, and the path was exceptionally clear. She walked quickly, not realizing that someone had been following her all along.
The clinic’s main gate was already closed, but a small door was left open for passage. Lights were off in all the patient rooms, and Luo Qiao felt uncomfortable knocking on the duty room’s door.
Since the ward was just one row, she went from one to another, listening for any sounds. There weren’t many patients hospitalized.
Finally, she heard someone quietly crying outside one of the rooms. Luo Qiao pushed the door open and glanced inside; of the three beds, only the middle one was occupied.
A tiny bundle on the bed, Luo Qiao suddenly felt an intense pang of heartache. This was the same as her own childhood in her past life when her parents were busy every day, leaving her no time for company. Back then, the family business hadn’t been very big, and they only had one live-in nanny.
The nanny went home once a week, and if her parents were home that day, it was alright. But most of the time, they would come home very late. Once, on a night when it rained and thundered, she was only slightly older than Stone.
Like now, she had felt helpless, hugging herself and crying softly, suddenly feeling a sense of empathy with Stone.
Luo Qiao knocked on the door gently and softly called out, "Stone."