Chapter 841

John cut Cindy off sharply, "The car's already full, and Mr. Harold is in critical condition. Every second you delay could be another second of danger for him. Are you hoping something bad happens to him?" Cindy swallowed her words and closed the car door for us. I started the engine and looked back through the rearview mirror—Cindy's figure grew smaller and faded into the dusky evening. I assumed she would give up on clinging to Bruce after that, but she surprised me. Half an hour after we'd gotten Bruce admitted to the hospital, Cindy showed up, too. She was carrying a takeout bag with soup and salad. After stepping into the ward, she carefully set the food on the table beside the bed. At that moment, John was off handling Bruce's admission paperwork, and Caroline had stepped out to buy some food on the doctor's recommendation. That left me alone in the room with the still-unconscious Bruce. When Cindy opened the door, I thought it was Caroline. "I just spoke with the doctor. H