Chapter 80: Really Like Nathalie Quinlan_1

On the eighth floor VIP hospital room, Edric Yancey was hunched over the bed, staring intently at the small bottle on the pillow, his beautiful eyes unblinking, his upturned eyelashes thick and curled like little fans.

Inside that cherished transparent bottle, there was a white sugar pill, the one he had been goofily watching all day long.

From time to time, he would pick it up, take out the small sugar pill to look at it for a while, and then, unable to bring himself to eat it, he'd silently put it back.

In his heart, he counted the time, calculating when Sister Nathalie would come next.

Almost an entire day had passed and she hadn't come.

Edric Yancey turned over and sat up, his porcelain-like small face tightened into a frown, eyebrows knotted as he carefully recalled his own behavior that day.

It seemed not good enough.