Chapter 182 What Were You Thinking About?

Early the next morning, Cressida took Daphne to the hospital for her follow-up. Daphne was recovering well, but Cressida was still worried. She insisted on bringing Daphne in for a full checkup. The hospital was crowded, with the scent of disinfectant drifting everywhere. After settling her grandmother on a bench in the hallway, Cressida went to queue at the registration counter. She kept her head down, running through the follow-up procedures in her mind, when the line suddenly moved. She took a step forward, looked up, and froze in place. Across the lobby in the specialist clinic area, Tristan walked by in a white coat, surrounded by several young doctors and nurses. He was talking as he walked, instructing them. Seemingly sensing her attention, he lifted his head. His gaze cut cleanly through the crowd, locking onto her. Cressida's heart skipped a beat. She ducked her head right away, pretending she hadn't seen him. She wished she could grab her grandmother and run out of the