Sophia Cloud's hands were tightly clasped together, and she leaned quietly by the bedside, her eyes devoid of any light, as if she were a puppet with its strings pulled.
Slowly lifting her head, her gaze suddenly seemed to fill with a hint of determination.
Thinking back on the trials of this period, Sophia Cloud found it hard to endure. She did not know what her existence meant to Leo Harrell, only that her current life was beyond words.
"Sophia, what's wrong? Have some water."
Christopher Lewis entered the room from outside and, seeing Sophia Cloud's pale complexion, a flicker of distress passed through his eyes. He couldn't help but extend his hand and gently patted her back a few times.
At this moment, Sophia Cloud's lips seemed cracked, and she looked even more pallid and haggard.
It was particularly stirring for her to witness the affectionate display between Evelyn Smith and Leo Harrell before.