"Doctor, when can my husband be discharged?" Samyra asked, her voice filled with concern. "Tomorrow is my eldest daughter's wedding."
The doctor offered a reassuring smile. "Although the healing process has begun, I recommend he stay one more night for observation. It's safer that way. But yes, he'll be well enough to attend his daughter's wedding tomorrow."
"That's good to hear," Samyra replied with a breath of relief. "Thank you for all your hard work and care."
The doctor nodded politely before excusing himself. Samyra walked back into the wardroom, where the nurse had just finished checking David's vitals.
Inside, Flora stood near her father's bed, staring at him in shock.
"Dad… did Alex do this to you?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Your head, your hands, you're hurt everywhere!" Her eyes welled up with tears, fury and guilt swirling inside her. She wanted to tear Alex apart for what he had done to them.
"Yes, he did," David said.
