Sister

"Anne!" Tim held Anne and roared at the door, "Where is the doctor? Is he dead? If he doesn't come now, he doesn't need to work here anymore!" "Young Master Tim, he's already on the stage!" It was really painful. For such a long time, tears seemed to pour out of her eyes because she was worried about Justin and being tortured by illness. She was leaning in Tim's arms, and it was Tim's arm that was tightly held by her fingers. However, the one who was muttering in her mouth was Justin, "Justin, it's painful! Justin!" "..." Tim lowered his head and looked at Anne. How could he bear to tell her that Justin might never come back? "Young Master Tim, doctor's here...." "Young Master Tim, Miss Violet..." The doctor was breathing heavily and tremblingly standing in front of Tim whose eyes were red. "Hurry up and take a look! Do you want me to teach you how to do things? Useless!" He was furious because he could not control his emotions. After some tossing and turning, Anne was so tired that sh