The bustle of the outside world did not disturb the tranquility of the hospital.
In the VIP hospital ward.
The person lying on the bed twitched her eyelashes, and her pale white lips moved slightly, "Water..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, the cold air poured into her throat, causing a burning soreness.
Enna Clark woke up due to the pain. As soon as she opened her eyes, a strong arm helped her sit up, and a glass of water was offered to her lips. She was so thirsty that she took a big gulp.
"Cough, cough..."
She drank too fast and choked. The cough triggered her stomach and a rusty, iron taste surfaced. She swallowed down the taste, her face scrunching up like a dumpling.
It's so cold.
Who fed her cold water?
Baron Lawrence clumsily supported her with one hand while patting her back with the other. Regret flashed across his hawk-like eyes, "Are you feeling better?"
"...Baron Lawrence?"
Her voice was as hoarse as a bellows, scaring her with its raspiness.
