Evelyn Clayton said, yet walked towards the door. Yara Reagan looked at her somewhat puzzled, and only realized what was happening when Evelyn grasped the doorknob and went out. Hesitating for a moment, Yara decided not to go out and disturb them. Once out the door, Evelyn Clayton paused her steps slightly. She saw James Grant sitting on the bench in the hospital corridor, his coat removed and folded on a chair beside him. From the looks of it, he seemed in no hurry to leave. James leaned against the back of the bench, his eyes slightly closed, with a hint of fatigue brewing between his brows. Evelyn took two steps forward, and James opened his eyes, turning his head to look over. Seeing it was Evelyn, James seemed a bit dazed, quickly standing up, appearing rather uneasy, anxiously looking at Evelyn. Evelyn rarely showed a slight smile. "Sit down." She walked forward slowly, sitting next to James. James only felt a slight tremble in his hands. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelꞁire.net He tried hard to suppress it, his gaze fixed on Evelyn the whole time. Evidently, he had just seen her this morning, but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at her, unwilling to miss a single glance. "Sharon’s not in serious trouble; she’ll recover soon. But when she first wakes up, it’s best if you don’t meet her." James didn’t ask why, his lips moved as he said, "Okay, I’ll listen to you." Evelyn glanced at him, her tone calm: "You’ve improved a lot compared to before." In the past, James would never be , not asking or saying anything, as if he feared saying the wrong thing might displease her. In fact, Evelyn had no intention of finding fault with him today; she was really tired and no longer had the energy to bring up the past. James pondered for a long time before speaking softly, "Why was Sharon injured?" "The school said she fell down the steps." Evelyn’s voice carried a sigh, "Shane has already sent someone to investigate." James’ brow furrowed slightly, imperceptibly. Eager to offer help, he said, "Is there anything I can do?" Evelyn turned her eyes to meet James’ gaze, swallowing the "No need" on the tip of her tongue. After all, James was Sharon’s father. Since deciding to let them meet, there was no need to be pretentious about certain things. But Evelyn couldn’t think of anything James could do. After all, Shane didn’t have any good feelings towards James, and it wouldn’t be right to force them to sit and discuss the school’s issues together. Evelyn slightly shifted the topic: "Do you want to see Sharon?" James’ eyes lit up slightly. In that glance, Evelyn saw the red veins in James’ eyes. She didn’t know how long James hadn’t slept or was exhausted, but the weariness was etched on his face and couldn’t be ignored. "Can I?" James’ adam’s apple moved nervously, his voice hoarse, "Can I see her now?" Evelyn hesitated for a moment, then nodded after a while, "Come with me." Inside the ward, Yara Reagan was caught off guard seeing the two of them come in one after the other and was momentarily speechless. Seeing Evelyn’s look, Yara sighed inwardly, said nothing, and considerately left the room. At this moment, James couldn’t care about anything else. His eyes were drawn to the small figure on the bed, a mix of joy and bitterness surged up, splitting him in two. One half ecstatic, the other heartbroken. This was their child, his and Evelyn’s.