Tap.
Tap.
He saw that Camilla's footsteps suddenly stopped a few steps away from the trolley.
Did this woman discover something?
The man under the bed revealed a murderous look, slowly drawing the dagger hidden between his legs.
Clearly, as soon as this woman shows any abnormality, he would act immediately.
Fortunately, Camilla merely casually moved the trolley to the side, and then went to the front of the sickbed.
"Fany."
Seeing Tiffany's leg wrapped in plaster, yet her face remained rosy, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Wake up--"
In the midst of speaking, Camilla rapidly took a look around the room, then withdrew her gaze.
Hearing the voice, the groggy Tiffany slowly opened her eyes.
"Camilla?"
"It's me,"
Camilla sits by the sickbed, her beautiful face carrying blame, but her voice remains gentle.
"How could you not tell me about such a big accident?"
To her, Tiffany felt more like family than the people from the Sanchez family.
