This was why Luna had asked Joshua to contact Luke instead.
"She's fine." Joshua regained his composure and replied impassively, "Gwen vomited blood because of an old stomach ulcer. You know she's been having gastric problems since a long time ago.
"She got a nasty shock when she saw what happened to Bonnie and your mother, and this triggered her old problem. Luke said that she's fine now and just needs to rest."
Luna felt the weight lift off her shoulders. She sighed and said, "Thank God she's okay."
It was exhausting enough having to care for both Bonnie and Rosalyn, and if anything bad happened to Gwen, too...
Luna did not know how she could possibly split herself into three parts so she could look after all three of them.
"How's Rosalyn now?" Joshua quickly changed the topic as soon as he noticed that Luna did not suspect a thing.
"She's awake now, and my father is bringing her over to visit Bonnie.” Luna could not help lamenting, "As soon as she woke up, the first person she asked about was Bonnie, and the second was Gwen.
"After finding out that Bonnie was fine despite her miscarriage, she kept asking questions about Gwen, and some were oddly specific. Judging by how worried she seemed, I would’ve thought Gwen was gravely ill or something..."
Joshua narrowed his eyes. "Perhaps in her eyes, vomiting blood is something far more serious than suffering a miscarriage."
Then, he reached out to hold Luna's arm and said, "We should go visit her, too."
Luna nodded and followed Joshua to Bonnie's room.
They had just taken a few steps when they bumped into a doctor in a white coat.
The doctor greeted Joshua enthusiastically when he saw him, "Mr. Lynch! I've managed to find some information about that heart transplant you were asking me about, and-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Joshua shot him a cold look, and he immediately clamped his mouth shut.
The doctor had not seen Luna walking behind Joshua and, thus, thought he was here alone.
Then, he turned =a#
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