William Foster had another violent coughing fit, barely squeezing out a sentence: "Is this going to delay your things? I don't want to drag you down, cough cough cough—"
Clara Bennett shook her head and firmly replied, "Don't talk nonsense, you're so sick right now, of course you're the priority. I'll get a doctor to see you right away."
Hearing Clara say this, warmth flickered in William Foster's eyes, and he managed a faint smile: "Thank you, little wife. No one has ever treated me so well before."
At this moment, Clara couldn't help but think of the time when she was cared for by her family when she was sick as a child, and she felt even more sympathy for William Foster.
She realized how much William had suffered before, and how precious it was for him to receive care and attention now.
Perhaps because the memory of their intimate time together last night was still fresh, Clara's attitude towards William was even more gentle and considerate than before.
