Chapter 382 Neither Your Mom Nor I Will Acknowledge Her

At this time, Sheridan, who originally didn't want to intervene, finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He came over and said, "That's enough, Dulcie. Let them in."

"Sheridan, how come you help them too? This woman...She..."

"All right. Don't make trouble in the hospital if you have something to say. It will make a fool of yourself." Sheridan looked irritated.

Judging from the expression on his face, I could tell that he should have found Dulcie an annoyance.

During this short interval, Patrick pulled me slightly. Only then did I go in with them.

In the ICU ward, Ned lay on the only hospital bed with a stomach tube on his nose, an intravenous drip on his hands, and countless instruments beside him.

His eyes were tightly shut. There was sallow skin on his wrinkled face.

Actually, it hadn't been long since I met him last time. But Ned seemed to have aged for several dozen years old.