Chapter 277

"The way things are now, he won't wake up until tomorrow at the earliest," the doctor said. Seeing Sophia's worried expression, he couldn't help but add, "The patient's condition is under control, so don't worry too much. Once his fever breaks, you should rest as well." Sophia nodded, picking up a napkin to wipe the sweat from Joshua's forehead. Noticing that her attention was fully on the patient, the doctor said nothing more and left the ward. After the doctor left, Sophia went to the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and applied a cold compress to Joshua's forehead to help reduce his fever. As she sat by his bed, her gaze fell on his wrist, wrapped in pristine white bandages. She was filled with complex emotions. He had tried to end his life after suffering such humiliation. She was angry at him for not taking better care of himself and for hurting his own body. But he had also cut his wrist because of Sophia. From a certain perspective, was there a difference between