Myra paused for a moment, then erupted in laughter.
Absolutely! Youre beautiful inside and out, Tilda.
Age has only enhanced your elegance.
Tilda teased her in return, Myra, are you suggesting Im getting old? Myra quickly retorted with a laugh, Give me a break! I can never outsmart you in a debate.
Tilda protested playfully, If you keep teasing me like this, I might just stop talking to you! Myra laughed again.
Alright, alright, Ill stop.
Just dont give me the silent treatment-I still need your support, after all! Tilda couldnt help but burst into laughter. When did you become so cheeky? Myra grinned, It must be your influence.
The pair continued to banter as they descended in the elevator to the ground floor.
Just then, the ever-observant Myra noticed someone entering through the hospital doors.
She tugged on Tildas sleeve.
Tilda, your husband is here.
Is he coming to pick you up? Tilda looked surprised and followed Myras gaze.
Indeed, a tall man clad in a perfectly tailored dark suit walked into the hospital.
Who else could it be but Lyndon? Could he be here to pick her up? Lyndon had been away on a business trip yesterday, so he wouldnt be aware that she had undergone laser eye surgery, nor that she was here today for a follow-up.
Tilda, your husband is so considerate! I should take a photo of you two later and post it on Facebook-let everyone see how sweet you both are.
Myra readied her phone, evidently prepared to capture the moment.
Tilda found it amusing.
Hey, dont even think about it! They say showing off too much can jinx your happiness.
Myra clicked her tongue dismissively.
Nonsense! Now go and meet your husband already.
Tilda smiled and was about to approach Lyndon when she heard a womans voice call out, Lyndon. Tilda froze and turned her gaze sharply.
She saw Rita hurrying down the corridor from the inpatient building, making a beeline for Lyndon.
Rita was at the hospital too? The smile on Tildas face slowly dissolved as she watched Rita reach Lyndon.
The pair exchanged brief words before they walked off together toward the inpatient department.
Tilda stood rooted to the spot, watching their retreating figures, a stinging sensation washing over her as if she had just been slapped.
Her husband had indeed come to the hospital, but not for her.
He was here for Rita.