Upon hearing this.
Yolanda Bardot froze for a moment.
Her shivering shoulders gradually regained their calm.
She removed the tissues from her face, wiped the tears from her cheeks, turned over, and forced a faint smile. She slowly said, "Dilbert, your words are enough to satisfy me."
Dilbert Walker was relieved to see her stop crying.
Then, he walked to the water dispenser, pulled out a green paper cup, and poured a warm cup of water.
To avoid the moisture on his fingers from touching again, he consciously placed it on a small table next to the bed and gently said, "Miss Bardot, have some water."
"Thank you, Dilbert."
Yolanda Bardot picked up the cup and took a small sip. The warm water refreshes her mouth and throat. It is nothing more than ordinary water, but she tasted a hint of sweetness.
"Miss Bardot, you're welcome."
Dilbert Walker continued to be polite, and said earnestly, "Miss Bardot, I hope you can take good care of yourself-"
