Unwilling to give up, Terence had turned to the medical staff nearby to insist on his request. As Halle did, they also frowned at him and tried to dissuade him, but he wouldn’t listen.
“Halle, this isn’t the time for stubbornness or jealousy. If something happens to Darlene, you’ll have to take responsibility for it,” Terence snapped.
His usually warm eyes were now cold and piercing as he glared at her, his tone sharp and unyielding. He was furious—for Darlene.
Just then, Darlene intervened and tugged lightly on Terence’s arm, signaling him to calm down. She had always been his anchor; no matter the situation, a simple gesture from her could soften him.
“Halle, don’t mind him,” Darlene said gently. “He’s just being reckless again. I’m sorry for the trouble he’s causing.”
Halle had shifted her gaze from Terence to Darlene, forcing a small, strained smile. “It’s fine. I’ve already arranged for blood to be sent from the supply station. It’ll arrive soon.”
Still, Terence wasn’t satisfied. His frustration had flared as he covered Darlene’s icy hand with his own.