The doors of the emergency room closed, and, without an outlet for his outburst, Ye Che finally calmed down for a moment, leaned against the wall, and took in several deep breaths before squatting on the ground.
His face instantly showed much more fatigue as he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took several harsh drags.
The corridor was silent, the flickering red light in front of the emergency room was blinding, and it was painfully reminiscent of the pool of blood he had seen beneath Xia Weiyi.
The two elderly members of the Ye Family sat on the chairs in the hallway, the grandfather's face full of worry, while the grandmother seemed especially uneasy, as if she had a guilty conscience.
Seizing the moment when no one was paying attention to her, she stealthily tossed the secretly kept Abortion Pill Box into the nearby trash can.
