Nicole subconsciously wanted to help Eric hold up the IV fluid. The needle on his right hand was about to fall off. Beads of blood were seeping out.

Eric’s face was miserably pale, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line. His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw her.

“Nicole, come in...”

He took a few steps backward and lay back down on the bed.

Nicole stood in the doorway and watched as Eric struggled to hang the IV fluid back in place, so she walked over to help him.

She looked down at him. “Mr. Ferguson, how are you feeling?”

Eric’s eyes flickered slightly as he smiled.

“Much better now. You didn’t catch a cold, right?”

Eric raised his eyes. His face was pale, and his voice was still a bit raspy.

His gaze when Nicole looked at him was suffused with sadness.

It was quite pitiful.

“No.”

Nicole’s heart trembled slightly. She walked to the chair opposite the bed and sat down as if nothing had happened.

Toto came in with a bowl of chicken soup and looked at the f