Clare Lewis's gaze slowly moved from the slender waist of Bertha Haines to the clear, cold eyes of Amos Smith. Seeing the provocation in his eyes, she raised the corner of his lips slightly and said calmly.
"So it's my brother-in-law... I didn't expect our first meeting would be in a hospital."
As she spoke, she was about to get up from the bed, but Bertha stopped her.
"Stay still, lay down obediently."
Clare enjoyed Bertha's care, and after being helped to lie down, his eyes were full of gratitude.
"In the past, when I was sick, it was always the servants taking care of me. Now I have a sister, it feels great."
Bertha responded with a smile.
At this moment, the doctor pushed the door open, asked about Clare's condition, explained some precautions to them, and then left again.
Although Clare's fever had subsided, he still needed to be hospitalized for observation for two more days.
