Chapter 89

At the hospital, Natalie trailed behind Jeffrey as they made their way toward Abigail's ward. Every now and then, Jeffrey would turn around to glance at Natalie. "I'm still here," she said. "Relax. I'm not going to make a run for it." He pursed his lips. "Keep up." Natalie was being unusually quiet. So, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. "Okay, whatever you say." She quickened her pace and caught up to him before falling into step by his side. Abigail was having breakfast when the pair arrived. She was dressed in a patient's gown, looking frail but composed. When she heard the door open, she lifted her head and flashed Jeffrey an ecstatic expression. "Jeff! You're here." She asked thoughtfully, "Have you had breakfast? Since you have a sensitive stomach, you should have your meals in a timely manner." Jeffrey walked over to her, arching a brow. "Has your voice returned?" "Yeah, it has." Abigail nodded. "It still sounds a bit hoarse and raspy, though. I