Chapter 82

As he said that, Emerson patted me on my shoulder. "Don't worry. I will definitely do my best!" I trusted Emerson. He was a mutual friend of Wynnie's and mine. However, Wynnie had met him earlier, and we studied in different courses in the same school. He was a scholar who majored in medicine. He went overseas to further his studies a long time ago. Today, he had become a famous world-class neurologist. When I got back to Mdm. Foster's hospital room, I saw Chad. He looked disgusted. I waved to him and led him to the hospital's stairwell. He didn't want to waste time talking to me. He took out a document straight away for me to sign. As I was getting thinner, my shirt had a loose fit on me. When I raised my arm, my sleeve slid down, allowing Chad to catch sight of the traces that Wynnie left on my arm. There was a slight quiver in his eyes. I was aware of what he thought about Wynnie. Without showing any expression on my face, I pulled my sleeve back over my arm. Chad