Lucas did not budge at all. He sat still in the living room, enduring the uncertainty, waiting with a fixed gaze directed towards the door.

It would open soon. Velia would come home.

It was nearly nine o'clock at night. Lucas had been waiting for almost six hours. However, that meant nothing to him. He could wait longer if it concerned Velia.

Lucas took a deep breath. For the umpteenth time, he tried to suppress the urge to forcefully bring Velia back from the hospital.

Damn jealousy. Lucas truly wanted Velia to come home right at that moment.

A glimmer of sanity managed to warn Lucas. Their situation and Velia...