Chapter 207

Tears filled Deep's mother's eyes as she left the hospital room. She had refused food and to speak to anyone. guilt weighed heavily on her heart.

Deep's condition had remained constant. Apart from a few bruises that were beginning to regain their natural hues, nothing seemed to have altered. Despite the fact that things were not getting worse, his condition was scary.

Mr. Azzua looked at everyone. He had spoken less for those three days, and appeared to be the strongest among them. Probably he was just trying to be a man. "I am aware that none of us have had it easy these past three days, and we are all under a lot of pressure. We can probably all relax a little with a cup of coffee, I suppose. Could we visit the cafeteria?” As he spoke, Mr. Azzua steadied his wife to provide support. She had a pallid appearance. Weary and exhausted. Her anguish was killing her, and she had a dismal appearance.

"I concur. Let us allow Deep to rest for no