Chapter 689 A Promise to the Dead

The spontaneous remark from earlier might actually be the truth.

It seemed like my mom was hiding something from me.

I finished my meal calmly, spoke briefly to Grandma Rose, and went upstairs to change. I planned to check on Lauren and examine my arm later.

I tried calling Atlas on the way, but he didn't answer. I was puzzled. What could he be doing so early in the morning? I was worried that there might be news from Dylan. But it was unlikely, since only a short time had passed.

When I arrived at the hospital, I saw Lauren losing her temper. Only Lauren and Oliver were present in the ward. As I entered, I sensed an uncomfortable tension in the air.

A thermos was on the bedside table. Oliver had probably brought it here for Lauren.

Oliver stood by the bed, and Lauren seemed distant and cold. When she saw me, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

I walked over, said hello to Oliver, and turned to Lauren. "How are you feeling today?"

"Not great," she replied coldly. "Help me