She lay quietly in bed, her palm-sized face devoid of any color, even her lips were pale.
There was no rise and fall in her chest, and looking at her like this, it seemed as if she would never wake up again.
Chester Yale's heart tightened, and his body stiffened at the door for a moment, as if all the blood in his body began to flow backward.
"Mr. Chester."
The family doctor greeted Chester with respect as soon as he noticed him by the door.
"What's wrong with her? I thought she was just feeling a little unwell. How did it get so serious?" Chester came to his senses, walked up, and grabbed the doctor by the collar, yelling angrily.
The next second, he let go and turned around, ready to pick up Evelyn Sherman.
She would be fine; he would take her to the hospital immediately!
"Rest assured, Mr. Chester. Miss Sherman is just exhausted and fell asleep. She's alright." The family doctor, startled by the yelling, hurriedly explained.
"..."
