The door was pushed open, and the silence was terrifying.
But if one listened carefully, one could hear the faint sound of breathing and sobbing in the room.
"Sophia Cloud."
The woman lying on the bed stiffened, then propped herself up with her right hand, and upon seeing Leo Harrell, her reddened eyes hadn't gotten any better.
——Why did you come?
Because her left hand was seriously injured, even gesturing was much slower than before, not as fluent as it used to be.
Leo Harrell's gaze locked onto the bandages on her left hand.
"Did you ask the doctor to wrap it up?" He walked over, the room was very clean, with nothing superfluous, a stark contrast to Evelyn Smith's room cluttered with cosmetics and jewelry.
Sophia Cloud hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Taking out her phone, she began to type with her right hand, "I might not be able to take care of Arthur these next few days." Her left hand was in such severe pain that she couldn't help but start breathing out.