When Wendy came out of the stairwell, her calm expression suddenly changed. She scampered into the toilet, gritted her teeth, then gently bumped her plastered arm against the wall. For the next few seconds, pain was written all over her face.

Looking at the clock, it was almost time for Melody’s daily visit. Wendy hurriedly climbed the stairs and returned to her ward.

Her arm was already in severe pain. After climbing six to seven floors in one breath, Wendy's forehead was covered with cold sweat by the time she returned to her ward.

Byron was waiting in the ward. Seeing that she had not come back, he was about to call her when he heard movement at the door.

"Byron, you're back." Wendy's voice sounded a little desolate.

Byron nodded noncommittally. "Where have you been?"

After Rosalie left with the little boys, he went to the orthopedics department to look for Wendy, but he did not see anyone. Hence, he returned to the ward, but she was still nowhere to be seen.

Wendy pursed her