Winson’s pov
Seeing infusion did not wrok, I called Edward again.
Edward came in for a check and said, "Don't be so nervous. It's OK." “
Edward is going.
But Natashsa grasped his wrist.
Natasha closed her eyes and struggled, "Bran."
Natashsa grabbed Edward's wrist with both hands and put her forehead on the back of Edward's hand.
She whispered, "Bran, don't go..."
"It seems that she wants Bran, or you can send someone to take Bran over and take care of her for two days."
"No,"
"What can I do? I can just sit here and pretend to be Bran. I can't sleep here, can I?"
I turned to Philip and said, "Go and ask someone to bring Bran."
"Yes."
After a while, Bran was brought.
As soon as Bran entered the ward, he saw Natasha lying on the bed and ran to her, holding her hand with a worried face.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
Bran didn't respond when he saw Natashsa. He turned back and jumped at me.
"Winson, what did you do to my sister?"