"Sorry, Miss Locke. The young master needs to rest." Pullan looked at the pale, delicate girl, trying not to seem too harsh.
"Is the young master all right? Is there really no way to fix the failed surgery?" The young, beautiful girl, appearing somewhat sickly, looked even more pitiful.
Mentioning the young master's failed surgery, Pullan sighed inwardly. "Miss Locke, please take care of yourself."
Seeing this, Sophia Patel knew Brandon Piers would not see her. Her eyes reddened slightly. "Please convey my regards to the young master. I won't leave; as long as he needs me, I'll be here anytime."
Her last words were especially resolute.
Pullan couldn't help but be moved.
After she left, Pullan returned to the ward. "Young master, Miss Locke is very worried about you."
