Claura Wood returned to the ward and finally understood why he was so anxious to chase after her.
The fish soup on the table was like a needle, stabbing her in the heart.
Claura's heart soured, and her eyes immediately reddened.
It was that woman who came by, wasn't it?
That's why he chased after her without a second thought.
The doctor had already given him another IV, Ryan Gregory was ashen-faced, weakly lying on the bed. He glanced at Claura and noticed her red-rimmed eyes.
"I'm okay, don't worry."
He thought she was worried for him...
After speaking, he glanced at the fish soup beside him and asked bitterly, "Did you bring this?"
"Ah?"
Claura was stunned, then hurriedly said with a smile, "Yes, I... I just brought it over when you were still sleeping."
Ryan Gregory, hearing this, couldn't help feeling disappointed.
Perhaps, by asking, he had only wanted to hear Claura's denial.
If the fish soup wasn't brought by Claura, it might have been brought by Regina Brown.
