Chapter 152

"Meg! Megan!" The heavy rain plastered Alexander's clothes to his skin as he ran a short distance, then halted abruptly, his grip tightening on his knees. He bit down hard on his lip, a thin stream of blood joining the rivulets of rainwater washing over him. Finally, after an extended pause, he stood tall, his eyes directed upward into the deluge. … The temperature dropped rapidly, and Brookhaven Hospital was almost at full capacity. First, Rosalind caught a cold, then Megan fell ill. That afternoon, Chester received a call—Alexander had also caught a cold. He was at the studio, but made a quick trip home to bring Angelina a warmer coat. It was chilly in the mornings and evenings but warm in the afternoon. With such a big temperature shift, Chester was concerned about Angelina. Being a bit careless, she might not take proper care of herself. "Megan, you should take a break if you're sick." "Rosalind isn't here. I can't leave work." "The studio will be fine without you. I'm he