Serena stood in the living room, her fingers absently twisting the hem of her blouse as she met Darrell's eyes. The look on her face extremely sober, like one who had failed a very critical task.
"I'm sorry, Darrell," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. "I tried, but I couldn't convince him to stay back."
Darrell, already dressed and ready for the mission, offered her a tired smile, though his eyes showed understanding.
"It's fine, madam," he replied, shaking his head. "Adrian already told me the reason he has to be at the hospital. It's not your fault. I thought he was only being stubborn—that's why I complained."
