Her face was still pale. Barefoot, she walked out of her room.
She stopped at the door of the VIP room, hearing laughter and cheerful chatter from inside.
"Daddy, I'm sleepy. Read me a story."
Through the crack in the door, Violette saw Hans sitting back on the bed with Damien on his lap. Irene sat on the side of the bed, cutting fruit.
Hans was dressed casually, showing that he wasn't going to work.
Violette remembered that when she was sick, Hans had only sent a doctor to check on her, but had still gone to work.
When he received the message that Irene had a fever, he immediately rushed to her apartment and stayed the whole night, his phone off.
It was very clear how differently Hans treated the people he loved.
Violette had had enough of all this. She was going to disappear from Hans's life.
She backed away and turned to run, but bumped into a nurse carrying food for a patient, making a loud noise that drew attention.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...."
Hans came out of the VIP room and was surprised to see Violette sitting on the floor.
Violette quickly wiped her tears and tried to smile.
"Vio?" He frowned and knelt to help her up. "Why are you here? Why are you wearing a patient's gown?"