"Where are you going? You can't get out of here."
Ye Anqi didn't answer and just struggled hard.
Timothy was very afraid of hurting her wound, so he was extremely careful.
"Ye Anqi, don't move."
"..." She pulled his hand forcefully.
Soon, her white nightgown was stained with bright red over her chest.
Timothy frowned, picked up her body, and placed her on the bed.
"Your wound has torn open, can't you just stay still?"
"None of your business." Ye Anqi struggled to get out of bed again.
Timothy was genuinely scared of her, "Don't move, wait for the doctor to change your dressing, then I'll tell you how Ya Shitian is doing."
Ye Anqi instantly calmed down.
She looked towards the door, "Why isn't the doctor here yet?"
Seeing her so calm, Timothy couldn't help but ask.
"Aren't you afraid that Ya Shitian might already be dead at my hands?"
Ye Anqi smiled, an indifferent smile, "It doesn't matter if he dies, I'll die too."
