Chapter 932

I didn't let Bruce enter Alex's ward. We just stood outside, looking into the ward through the glass panel on the door. Uncle Jackson was still there, sitting by Alex's bed. At that moment, Alex wasn't lying down anymore. She was awake, sitting up and sipping water with Uncle Jackson's help. Even though she was wearing the smallest hospital gown available, it still looked way too big on her. As she lifted the cup, her sleeve slid down her arm, revealing the scrapes on her elbow. I hadn't noticed them before, as her sleeve had covered them while she slept. But now that I saw them, my heart ached with worry, and I couldn't wait any longer to check on her. I quickly took the gift box from Bruce and urged, "Mr. Harold, you've seen Alex now. She really needs rest, so it's better if you don't go in and disturb her. You should head home." Upon hearing my words, Bruce finally pulled his gaze away from Alex. His eyes widened at me, and he was about to say something. But before he could get