Faith Williams turned her head, but as she looked over, the finger had no movement, as if Anthony Charlie never moved it.
Confused, she looked away just as the door to the hospital room opened, and Eve Thompson walked in.
The boy was clearly twenty-two years old but appeared more delicate than a normal person of his age, making him look like a teenager.
The youth's hands were in his pockets as he approached, wearing exquisitely designed sneakers. His suit was in stark contrast to Anthony's formal attire with a tie and leather shoes. The youth's suit was full of vitality and had a casual flair.
He came to Anthony's bedside and asked in a crisp voice, "Still asleep?"
Faith Williams nodded her head.
Eve Thompson's large eyes slightly lifted.
She sneered and stood there proudly, staring at Faith.
Faith Williams: ??
Eve Thompson raised her eyebrows, glanced at her, then looked at the sofa next to them.
