However, Old Madam Zackman's clothes were also clean. It seemed that she was well taken care of.

Old Madam Zackman in the wheelchair looked lifeless, and her eyes were dim.

She sat in the wheelchair, motionless. She was not blinking and not moving her mouth.

It was kind of creepy.

"I made some nutritious soup for Old Madam. She didn't even take a sip.

"Why don't we just give her an IV drip?"

Henry's wife whispered.

"Oh..."

Henry sighed and shook his head slightly.

With Old Madam Zackman's current condition, she was not even strong enough to get an IV drip.

She had not had a drop of water in two days. She was only going to die if this went on.

"I know my body. Stop looking."

Old Madam Zackman said indifferently without glancing at Sean.

Hearing this, Henry felt even more helpless.

Old Madam Zackman had been like this for 1.5 years.

"Old Madam doesn't look disabled."

Sean whispered after looking at her for a moment.

"She's not disabled. She just couldn't walk suddenly.