If it weren't for Kane Sears, they really wouldn't want to come to the hospital and catch this bad luck.
Noticing their murderous looks, Ava Kent's gaze flickered slightly. She walked straight in and placed the thermal container she was holding on the bedside table.
"The doctor said you need to eat lightly to avoid putting a burden on your body. I made some fish head soup to bring to you for some nutrition."
"You're so considerate, thank you very much." Amanda Palmer's face was full of gratitude.
To her, Ava Kent was a benefactor in her life.
If it weren't for her, she might have died the day Kane Sears intruded.
Ava Kent smiled, glanced at the other two people in the ward, and asked, "Do you want to drink it now or later? It seems like you have some unfinished business here."
