In the morning, Richelle Dunn returned to the rest room to freshen up, and then came back, put on sterile clothes, and entered the ICU ward.
Roy Lewis's bloodstains on his face and body had been cleaned up, and he had changed into clean patient clothes.
His head was wrapped in a bandage, his face was pale, and his features were slightly swollen.
Seeing him in this state, Richelle's eyes turned red at once.
She blinked hard, took his hand with her gloved hand, brought it to her mouth and gently kissed it.
"Roy Lewis, I know you're tired, but no matter how tired you are, it's time to wake up by noon. The children and I are all waiting for you!"
Roy Lewis was actually quite fortunate, as the car was solid, and he was sitting in the back seat with his seat belt fastened at the time.
So, the injuries he suffered were to his legs and his brain, and his internal organs were not damaged.