9

As I threw the nutritional meal on the table into the trash once again, a familiar scolding voice came from outside the door. My best female friend, who should have been studying in France, was landing a punch on Henry's face, threatening to kill him.

"Sophia!"

Upon hearing my voice, Sophia Garcia immediately pushed Henry aside to hug me, her voice choking with emotion.

"Why didn't you tell me about it at all? I only found out because this scumbag slipped up."

Mrs. Smith opened her mouth at the right time, "Be gentle, Ms. Harris's left hand is still not fully recovered."

As I was about to go into the ward, Henry called out to me with a pitiful tone.

I turned to look at him. After not seeing him for a few days, he had lost a lot of weight and looked utterly exhausted. I remained indifferent, "Don't bother sending meals. It's disgusting. I paid for the new house decoration. I'll send you the bill."

He was struck dumb and was momentarily speechless.

Without looking back, I raised my