Viola Harris understood who the "he" was from her mouth and couldn't help shivering with goosebumps, "I really can't stand you guys, so cheesy."
The two went to the side of the road to hail a car, and after about thirty minutes, the car stopped in front of the entrance of Capital Renowned Hospital.
As soon as the car stopped, Amelia Clarke hurriedly pushed the door open, got out, and ran to the edge of the green space to vomit, her face so white it didn't have a trace of color.
Viola Harris paid the fare and hurriedly followed, asking with concern, "What's wrong with you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to think of something, her expression slightly surprised, "You couldn't be—"
"Ms. Harris." Viola Harris hadn't finished her sentence when she was interrupted by an unexpected voice.
