Hearing the hurried footsteps approaching, Dylan Young raised an eyebrow: "My brother-in-law is here. Sister-in-law, you should think about what kind of opening remarks to use to welcome the arrival of Mayor Davis."
Anthony Davis's footsteps, like sharp knives, stabbed at Fristy Davis's heart one after another, leaving her in panic and fear, her heart contracting violently.
Fristy Davis's face turned as pale as a ghost, seemingly ready to faint at any moment.
Just as Anthony Davis is about to reach the entrance, Fristy suddenly says: "Gemma York, whether you believe it or not, I am here to save you."
Dylan Young sneered: "Saving him with penicillin, that's really quite a good reason!"
"Gemma York, if I were you, perhaps I would choose to believe."
Gemma York's eyes twitched, but he still said nothing.
With a loud bang, the ward door was violently pushed open, and from outside, a gust of wind swept in, blowing straight onto Fristy Davis's face.
She met Anthony Davis's eyes.
