Adelaide’s eyes grew serious as she noticed Petty beside her, pretending to search for something in her bag. Without a word, Adelaide walked over and gently took Petty’s hand.
Just as she thought, Petty’s fingers were ice cold. The moment Adelaide’s hand closed around hers, Petty tensed, but Adelaide just held on tighter.
Harris shot a glance at Franco, who looked completely unfazed. Harris frowned a little, then caught sight of Adelaide holding Petty’s hand. He drifted a couple of steps their way before turning his attention to the people arriving at the elevator.
“Laura, did you get hurt?”
Since Harris had been at Hassan’s funeral, Laura wasn’t surprised to see him here. She automatically lifted a hand to her forehead, searching for the bandage, but missed and pressed right on the wound instead. A spot of blood soaked through the gauze, making the injury look even worse. Her face was already pale, which only made her seem more fragile and delicate.
Laura just winced and brushed it off with a small smile. “It’s nothing, just a scratch.”
A scratch, but Franco had insisted on bringing her to the hospital himself.
Adelaide’s gaze darkened even more.
Laura motioned for her caregiver to wheel her closer. When she was near enough, she spoke up with gentle concern. “Grandma, Franco told me you were here, so I thought I’d come see you. With everything going on at home, it’s been hard to visit. Are you feeling alright? Did you get your test results?”
As Laura approached, Adelaide’s eyes naturally drifted to her legs. Years ago, Laura had lost the use of her legs while saving Franco.
But the White family would never let a woman who couldn’t walk marry in, especially not the future head of the family, Franco. When Laura’s father had tried to bring up the possibility of a marriage, Adelaide had taken the blame herself and turned down the idea, even though it meant being called ungrateful.
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