At this mont, Charlotte Thompson had no idea what had happened after she had left.
She had already finished work and left the office, driving toward the hospital where Annie Anne was.
Charlotte Thompson ca to check on Annie Anne’s health condition, and also thought about the events of last night. She wondered what Annie Anne’s reaction would be if she had seen them.
When Charlotte Thompson entered the ward, Annie Anne was still sitting on the bed, quietly looking out of the window as the sunset rays filtered through and scattered across her.
Unlike other wards that had so noises of chatting or music, Annie Anne’s ward was eerily quiet.
Hearing the door being pushed open, Annie Anne slowly turned her head.
Upon seeing Charlotte Thompson’s arrival, a faint smile tugged at her lips.
Yet her eyes remained as calm as a stagnant pool, unable to stir any waves.
Charlotte Thompson stood at the entrance of the ward, staring at Annie Anne from afar, her feet seemingly cented to the ground, unable to move forward even a step.
Charlotte Thompson felt she visited almost every day, but only now did she realize how much thinner Annie had beco.
Annie’s fra was already delicate. Combined with the previous shock and a long hospital stay, she had lost even more weight.
Now, Annie’s cheeks were almost hollowed in, and her patient gown hung loosely over her shoulders, revealing a very prominent collarbone.
Charlotte Thompson just felt a surge of heartache.
Noticing Charlotte Thompson’s gaze, Annie Anne touched her cheek sowhat bewilderedly, "Charlotte, what’s wrong? Is there sothing on my face?"
Charlotte Thompson finally snapped back to reality and walked over to Annie.
Then she reached out her hand, initially aiming to pinch the cheek of Annie, but ultimately she pulled her hand back and pressed it on her shoulder.
"Annie, how have you lost so much weight?"
At this mont, Charlotte Thompson’s voice could not hide her concern.
But Annie seed completely unaware, rolling up the sleeve of her patient gown to examine her arm.
"Really? I haven’t noticed at all."
"It must be you being picky with food again."
This ti, Charlotte Thompson tried to make her tone sound lighter.
After all, in front of Annie, Charlotte Thompson really didn’t want to say anything too serious or heavy.
Charlotte Thompson placed the fruits she had brought on the side and took out the bunch of yellow tulips she bought on the way, replacing the ones in the vase near Annie’s bed.
Watching the withered flowers co back to life, Annie’s mood seed to improve as well. She originally wanted to touch them but hesitated because of the wounds on her arm and refrained from continuing that action.
"I’m already sick of the hospital als, even though they are nutritious, they taste terrible," Annie murmured in complaint.
"I rember the hospital’s caretaker prepared chicken soup and pork rib soup for you, didn’t they? With all those nutritious things, how could you still lose weight?" Charlotte Thompson looked at Annie dubiously.
"Nutritious, yes, but don’t you think those soups are too greasy?" Annie couldn’t help retorting. Compared to her previous quiet deanor, Annie indeed seed to have regained so vitality.
Charlotte Thompson, seeing this, felt a surge of joy.
"They say you need to eat well to recover well, if you want to recover and leave the hospital soon, you have to finish all the soup obediently."
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