Norris Moore lifted the blanket and saw Zara White in her white lab coat walking in.
Her brows and eyes were exquisitely cold, she had a unique bearing, even without makeup doing nothing to cloak her stunning beauty.
"I saw Trenton bringing you over," Zara White, with a calm expression, asked carefully, "are you feeling better? I heard you had a high fever."
"If Miss White weren't lacking in charm, Norris wouldn't have had to resort to such measures."
Zara White slightly furrowed her meticulously groomed eyebrows: "I'm not sure what you mean, Miss Moore. What does your fever have to do with me?"
"If you hadn't failed to retain your man at your birthday party, I wouldn't be laid up here." Her lips curled into a faint sweet smile, filled with evident malice. "Shouldn't Miss White review why her charm has declined so rapidly recently?"
Zara White's face was slightly stiff as she looked at Norris Moore on the bed.
