By the time she had finished massaging Eddy Sherman following the method taught by Professor Ross, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.
"Miss Sherman is truly filial. You really don't need to do these tasks yourself," said the nurse, standing beside Evelyn Sherman, handing her a tissue to wipe her forehead.
"I'm idle anyway, and taking care of my father personally makes me feel a bit better," Evelyn Sherman said with a forced smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
She didn't want to be alone; she couldn't help but think of Chester Yale.
Just the thought of him made her heart ache; she missed him, terribly so.
But she didn't know how to face him...
Sheldon Yale was his only relative, but what she had lost was her mother, who raised her from a young age, and her father, who still lay in a sickbed.
She couldn't act as if nothing had happened and continue to be happy with him.
