"It's so late, and you still came over. I feel guilty." Seeing Edward Anderson, Cecelia Anderson couldn't help but feel remorseful.
At this time, Edward should be resting.
"I'm just worried about you. You've just recovered from your illness, and now you're staying up late. It's bad for your health. I'll talk to Mr. Martin someday and try to get your scenes moved to daytime." Edward looked at Cecelia under the light and found her face pale and unhealthy.
Cecelia sighed, "I joined the crew as an investor, and people were already grumbling about it. If I asked for special treatment now, it would hurt my future development. Don't you think so, brother?"
Edward patted her head lightly, "I listen to whatever you say."
He found a coat and wrapped her thin frame tightly with it, "So skinny, where has all the nutrition from your food gone?"
Cecelia found it strange that Edward seemed to have moved all the affection he used to show Bella to her.
