Chapter 195

Mia and Grace sat beside the bed, chatting with Noah. Dorothy looked over, finding Noah's eyes a bit cloudy, his complexion somewhat pallid, appearing thoroughly worn, as if due to overwork. But everyone knew that he had been sleeping these past few days. "Has dad eaten?" Noah looked towards Dorothy. "No appetite." Dorothy frowned and walked over. "Even so, you can't not eat at all? Are you planning on living just by intravenous drip?" Noah was aware of Dorothy's worries. "Don't worry, if I have any appetite, I’ll definitely eat." Dorothy firmly believed that Noah's condition was due to Grace and her daughter's poisoning, so her countenance was never pleasant. "Dorothy, sit down." Dorothy sternly looked over. "No need for your concern. What are you doing here? My dad doesn't need you to care about him. Just go back where you came from!" As Dorothy spoke, she pointed at the door in an overtly dismissive manner. Grace's face turned pale as she glanced at Noah on the bed, her face full of