In the Hospital.
Nicholas Lawrence lay tired on the hospital bed, an IV drip attached to the back of his hand.
He had been strong all his life, but suddenly, lying on the hospital bed, he emitted a sense of vicissitudes.
'Creak—' The door to the ward was pushed open.
Thinking it was his assistant returning, he asked with a hoarse voice, "Did you bring the report I asked for? Just put it on the desk. And bring back my laptop on your way back; I need to use it."
"Dad."
Nicholas's voice came to an abrupt halt, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide, turning to look at the person who entered.
Skye Lawrence hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside, walked to the bedside, and placed the basket of fruit she brought on his nightstand. Her mouth moved, and she began, "I heard you were hospitalized, so I came to check on you. How is your health..."
She hadn't finished her sentence.
Nicholas had already sat up, unexpectedly raising his hand to deliver a fierce slap across her face!
