In the spacious living room.
Monica was frozen as she held her phone.
Finn was expressionless. He walked past her coldly and went to the medicine box in the corner of the living room to look for medicine.
"Monica." Micheal's voice called out to her once more. He seemed to have called her a few times.
Monica came back to her senses. "I'm here."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Monica said, "It's getting late. You should get off work early. Don't delay your dinner, it's easy for you to get stomach problems."
"Okay."
"Then I'll hang up."
"Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye."
Monica hung up the phone.
At that moment, Finn walked toward her with a pill in his hand.
As she was standing in front of the kitchen island with the water heater beside her, Finn picked up his special cup and took the warm water.
Monica looked at his cold expression and frowned. "Are you unwell?"
Finn took the medicine but did not answer.
