"Claudia?"

It‘s not urgent. I won‘t call so early.

Then awake, Martha sat up and Albert picked up the phone.

"Hey, pupil pupil?"

Claudia licked his lips and suddenly became speechless.

The words were stuck in her throat. She coughed a few times, but could not open her mouth.

Across the distance, Albert understood her daughter‘s mood at this time.

"Don‘t worry, pupil, speak slowly, don‘t worry."

Half a ring, she heard her own voice, hoarse and obscure to Albert.

"Dad, Aunt Rowan is gone."

"When?"

"Two hours ago."

"Where are you now?" As he asked, Albert uncovered the quilt and went down to the ground. "Stay still, Dad will be there immediately, don‘t move, don‘t be afraid, Dad will be there immediately."

Martha also got up quickly and watched Albert put on her clothes. She followed suit. "What‘s the matter? What‘s the matter with Claudia?"

"Aunt Rowan is gone."

"Heaven!"

She had heard it from the meat dumplings once that she had a sick aunt.

I thought it was just a minor illness, but I didn‘t think this man said it was gone.

"Don‘t go." Albert took Martha‘s hand.

"No, I‘ll go with you." Martha could not help worrying about Albert and insisted on following.

The two packed up and took a bus to the hospital.

When they arrived, it was already over 7 o‘clock in the morning.

The rain stopped, but it was cloudy.

Claudia was still sitting in the car with his hands on the steering wheel and his face buried between his arms, motionless.

Albert and Martha rushed up quickly. Albert opened the driver‘s door and cried, "Pupil Pupil?"

Claudia heard the cry and raised his face in confusion. When he saw Albert, tears streamed down his face.

"Dad."

"Yes, Dad is." Albert reached out and hugged her and patted her on the back comfortably. "It‘s okay, it‘s okay, don‘t be afraid, dad is here."

From childhood to adulthood, this is Claudia‘s first close contact with death. How can he not be afraid?

"Where is Rowan? Still in the hospital?"

"Uh－huh."

Since Shu Xiaolei‘s death, Rowan has not said a word. No matter what Claudia said, he did not respond.

This is not going to work, so she had to come out and ask her father for help.

"All right, pupil pupil, take us to see Shu. Come on, get off."

Hold Claudia out of the car, Albert hugged her, and Martha held her arm on the other side.

The three returned to the hospital building.

Rowan was sitting on the bench at the door of the morgue.

For four hours, he was standing there like a statue.

The footsteps of "Da Da Da" went from far to near. Claudia gently broke free from Albert and Martha and squatted in front of him. "Rowan."

Rowan did not even lift his eyes, but looked at his hands in a daze.

"Rowan, come on." Dead to death, she took his hand, "if you feel sad, cry out, ok? Don‘t hold it back, ok?"

Saying, Claudia began to shed tears again.

Rowan‘s appearance made her feel distressed and even more afraid.

Albert sighed and pulled Claudia to his feet. "Pupil, I‘ll do it."

Claudia sucked his nose and turned to embrace Martha.

Martha patted her on the back and cried silently along with her.

Sitting next to Rowan, Albert held out his arm and hugged Rowan.

Rowan leaned on Albert‘s shoulder, his lips trembling and his whole body taut.

"Rowan, Dad is here. It‘s okay."

Close his eyes and he sobbed low in Albert‘s arms.

On the side of the hospital, there are still some things to do behind, which will be handed over to Albert for the time being

Rowan‘s condition is too poor to support at all. Albert made the decision and asked Claudia to take him back to have a rest first.

Rowan family.

At 11 o‘clock, Claudia came back with Rowan.

In the living room, I met Wen Chenglin and Feng Nuanxin.

"What‘s wrong with Rowan?" Feng warm heart at a glance found Rowan‘s face pale, Jiao Sheng asked.

Wen Chenglin could not help but cast his eyes when he heard this. Seeing his son‘s face was really ugly and he looked vaguely. He twisted his eyebrows and could not save face when he wanted to ask.