Ivy subconsciously desired to assist Wyatt in holding up the IV fluid.

His right hand’s needle was about to fall off. Blood was dripping from the wound.

Wyatt’s face was pallid, and his thin lips were pressed together in a straight line. When he saw her, his eyes brightened for a brief moment.

“Ivy, please come in.”

He took a few steps back and sat down on the bed again.

Ivy stood in the doorway and watched as Wyatt struggled to reattach the IV fluid, so she walked over to assist him. She lowered her gaze to him.

“How are you feeling, Mr. Reed?”

Wyatt smiled, his eyes flickering slightly....