CHAPTER 152

Jacqueline was accompanied by a guy. Clara and Dalia knew he was her husband from the photos they had seen, and because they were holding hands. She seemed nervous and hurried, her low-heeled shoes tapping on the smooth hospital floor. She was wearing a grey linen outfit, with pleated pants and a three-quarter-sleeve blazer.

Dalia and Clara stood up together and followed her and her husband as they walked past without noticing them.

"Hello, are you Jacqueline?" Dalia asked, with a wide smile, reaching out her hand to greet her. Jacqueline looked at her for a few seconds but didn't shake her hand. She seemed frightened and looked around. "I'm Dalia, and this is my friend Clara. We're the ones who contacted you on Messenger."

"Your hand is fine, you'll be discharged today, and we haven't visited you yet. We were waiting for you," Clara also spoke with a smile, but she didn't extend her hand since Dalia's hand was still outstretched.

They were almost at the reception desk, and the recept