章 342: Is her affection phony?

Christopher entered the ward and found Abigail sleeping. The room was hushed, filled with the soft hum of medical equipment. The sterile scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, creating a clinical atmosphere that contrasted with the weariness etched on Christopher's face.

Christopher slumped onto the nearby sofa, his body seeking respite from the exhaustion that weighed heavily upon him. He had not slept at night, and the tiredness consumed him, leading him to a deep slumber.

As Abigail stirred from her slumber, her gaze fell upon Christopher curled up on the sofa. A tender touch of affection softened the concern that was evident on her face. The soft glow of the room's lighting cast a gentle halo around them, illuminating the delicate features that framed Christopher's face.