Constantly comforting her, Emma Benson also held her hand, urging her not to worry.
"Mom, Fiona will be okay..." She handed her a tissue, saying this, but she wasn't sure herself.
After all, Fiona's condition looked dire, and it wasn't as simple as a cold or fever!
Julia Anderson wiped her tears, suppressed her heartache, lowered her head to adjust her emotions, while Walter Schmidt watched from the side, feeling uneasy.
He walked up behind Norton Abyss, asking him what was going on. Norton Abyss stared silently at the glass, taking a long time to turn around.
His eyes were bloodshot, his handsome face frozen like ice, and he said he didn't know. When he visited Fiona's room that morning, she had already fainted on the floor.
As the man spoke, his face was full of heartache, an expression that was hard for Walter Schmidt to bear, and he patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, Fiona will certainly be fine."
