She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 11

The nurses' station called, informing Shera that her father had left some belongings behind at the hospital. She finished organizing her design drafts and drove over to pick them up.

Stepping inside again, she couldn't stop the painful twist in her chest.

When the resuscitation failed that day, she had personally wiped her father's face and changed his clothes; that lingering, unfamiliar scent of death had stayed with her, and just walking into the inpatient department made her nose sting and throat tighten.

It had been raining for three days straight, and the wind carried a biting chill, prompting her to pull her jacket tighter around herself.

The elevator took her straight to the VIP ward on the seventh floor, where she was familiar with the staff due to her father's long stay.

She was stopped the moment she stepped out.

"Shera, you're here."

It was Catherine, the cleaner. Her father had once stepped in to help when someone was giving Catherine a hard time, so she had always been close to Shera.

Catherine was a warm, down-to-earth woman who had taken a month off to visit her hometown for the birth of her grandson; she had likely just returned a couple of days ago.

Shera smiled and greeted her.

Catherine leaned her mop against her cart, offering a kind smile. "I brought some fresh farm-fresh eggs from home. I'll drop them off for you when I'm done."

She was always like this, bringing local treats for Shera and her father whenever she returned from her hometown. She often said that since she was alone in Aurelia City with few friends, meeting them was a blessing.

Having never had a daughter of her own, Catherine genuinely adored the beautiful and gentle Shera.

"But," Catherine said, looking puzzled, "I saw Room 202 was empty this morning, and the new girls at the nurses' station didn't know anything. Did your dad get transferred to a different room?"

Her warm, concerned words made Shera's smile freeze, her fingers turning cold around her bag strap.

Seeing Shera's silence, hope sparked in the older woman's eyes. "Don't tell me he recovered and got discharged? You mentioned before that your friend helped book a top-tier doctor. Was the surgery a total success?"

Shera hesitated. Looking at the joyful older woman, her throat tightened. After a moment of struggle, she simply nodded.

Catherine's eyes welled up with happy tears. She patted Shera gently. "That's wonderful. Thank goodness. All that time in the hospital finally paid off."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands together in prayer, thanking God and saying Shera‘s father was a good man who deserved the heavens' protection. She held onto Shera, offering endless advice on aftercare and recovery, only stopping when someone walked down the hall.

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