Chapter 177 Emmett's Warning

Phyllis stepped into the hospital room, then paused, backed out, and checked the number by the door.

After confirming it was the right bed, she walked back in.

"Weston?" she called tentatively.

He didn't respond and just shut his eyes, unwilling to deal with her.

"My god, you've wasted away!" she exclaimed, walking to the bedside and setting down a bag of bargain fruit she'd picked up downstairs.