Tom buried his head in Dina's neck, seeking comfort passionately. "It's still early, no rush. I've already given instructions to the hospital … "
But Dina pushed him away with a coquettish laugh. "You might not be in a hurry, but I am. Come on, let's go."
Unable to resist her persistence, Tom reluctantly set off two hours early with Dina.
The hospital knew Tom was coming today for the adoption banquet, so they'd started preparing my funeral arrangements early.
Still, they hadn't expected him to arrive this soon.
The moment his car pulled into the hospital parking lot, the staff scrambled to dismantle the memorial altar. Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Tom walked in to find the floor littered with mourning banners and chrysanthemums.
His expression darkened instantly. Grabbing the hospital director by the collar, he snarled through gritted teeth, "Gregory Law, how can you manage things like this? Whose funeral arrangements are being held in the hospital? Don't you know today is my wedding day?"