I had just come from the hospital, where I was meant to be attending a business meeting with a colleague who unexpectedly suffered a heart attack.
Before heading back to the office, I thought it would be a good idea to stop by my stepmother's ward for a quick visit.
However, I was utterly unprepared for what I encountered.
Upon entering the room, I saw Clark leaning in close to my stepmother, kissing her gently.
For a moment, I stood frozen, torn between interrupting their intimate moment and the shock of what I was witnessing. Time seemed to stand still, my mind racing with questions.
A moment later, Clark pulled away and casually strolled over to the bedside table, where he picked up an apple and began to peel it
Their hushed conversation hinted at a history that ran deeper than I
