When the ward door closed, Cheney's eyes fell on my face, and there was a trace of displeasure in his tone. "Don't you think you are too sensitive?"

I looked at Cheney coldly, which is why I couldn't share my worries with him.

I'm just being cold to Jacob now, and he says I'm sensitive.

If I express my doubts, I'm afraid he will argue with me for Jacob.

I breathed, took my eyes away from his face and looked at Romeo in the hospital bed. "Romeo, you may have to spend the past few days in the hospital again. I asked uncle to bring you something when he came....