She wanted to curse him to his face that he would never find happiness!
But right now, seeing Charlie Morgan like this, Grace Gordon was so pained that even breathing seemed to hurt as if she might pass out.
"Miss... are you okay?"
Passersby cast worried glances at Grace Gordon, whispering inquiries.
A kind passerby helped Grace Gordon into the outpatient clinic. A young, pretty nurse helped bandage Grace's scraped hands and prescribed medication for cleaning the wound, reminding her not to get the wound wet in the coming days.
Since her wounds had been treated, Grace Gordon had been sitting in a hospital chair, lost in thought.
The television hanging from the ceiling of the corridor was broadcasting the news of Secretary of State Stanhope Brown's visit to the United States. Grace vaguely heard a couple of nurses complimenting the Secretary of State's charm from Z Country. She turned her head to look.