When Sophie Smith saw Asher Land, he was leaning against the white corridor outside the hospital room, lighting a cigarette.
He looked somewhat exhausted.
"Irene, is she okay?" Sophie softly stepped forward and stood in front of him.
"She's out of danger, but she's still unconscious for now." Asher Land exhaled a puff of smoke. Sophie frowned slightly in displeasure, reached out to take the cigarette from his hand, extinguished it, and threw it in the trash can.
Asher's gaze shifted slightly, but he said nothing, permitting her to defy him in front of him in any way she pleased.
Sophie found herself at a loss for words with Asher, sensing his mood was quite low.
"You've been looking after Irene all night; you must be tired too. Why don't you go back and rest well? I'm here, so it's okay." Sophie suggested.
"No need." Taking care of someone in the hospital is indeed exhausting, and he didn't want to let her get worn out.
