Luna glanced at Heather. "I shouldn't hold this against you, considering you're mentally ill."
With that, she shot Heather, who was still laying in Malcolm's arms, a disdainful look and added, "My dear sister, if there's something wrong, you'd better seek treatment about it. Don't go running around troubling other people anymore."
Heather was so outraged to hear this that her face turned white, and she started to tremble in anger.
However, she suppressed her rage and nodded, biting her lip. "Al...alright then."
Luna narrowed her eyes and was about to say something when someone pushed open the room door.
A doctor dressed in a white coat strode out. "Mr. Landry is doing fine now. He says he wants to get some rest and requests that his good-for-nothing daughter get out of here with her sidekick."
With that, he glanced at Malcolm and continued," Master Quinn, Mr. Landry wants you and your fiancee t o go in."
Malcolm let out a sigh. "Father still wants us to be with him."
He shot Luna a helpless look and said, "Well, me and Heather will go in to visit Father now. It's getting late now, Luna, so you'd better go home soon. Otherwise, if Father hears your voices and gets triggered again, the consequences would be dire."
With that, he strode into the room with his arms around Heather's shoulders.
Luna narrowed her eyes and felt a twinge of pain shoot through her heart as she stared at the closed door.
"Let's go, Luna. Your father isn't worth it." Gwen sighed, removed Luke's hand from her shoulder, and strode over to grab hold of Luna's hand. "It's already late now, and we're both exhausted after coming back from the church, but despite that, you were concerned about him and insisted on dragging me over. In the end..."
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Talk about repaying kindness with vice!"
Luna closed her eyes, let out a bitter chuckle, then turned around, dragging her exhausted body.
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