As Sophia Hamilton's words fell, the surrounding air suddenly dropped.
Staring intently at Sophia Hamilton's unfeeling little face, Evander Lancaster's eyes narrowed and then widened, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
Suddenly, he turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.
His steps were large, with no intention of staying.
Through the figures of the medical staff, Sophia saw the man press the elevator open button and then enter. Even from afar, she clearly saw his cold demeanor.
Taking a breath, Sophia withdrew her gaze and looked upwards; the hospital corridor walls were plain and colorless white, just like her current mood, like the lake in the cold winter, unknowingly slowly freezing over.
The medical staff escorted Sophia into the ward, hung up the saline, instructed some precautions, and as they were leaving, Sophia asked to borrow her phone.
"Could I borrow your phone? I'd like to call my family."
