"Really? Edmund seemed very sad when he left last night."

"Sad?" What kind of heart did he hurt? Isn't it as he wishes?

"Yes, and I'm worried too much." She nodded seriously.

Hearing this, my heart was inexplicably excited, but soon calmed down.

Maybe he was worried that he would be charged with murder.

"Myrna, I'm fine now. I can leave the hospital. I didn't go home last night. My mother-in-law must be very worried about me." I lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

She hurriedly stopped me and said, "don't worry. Don't worry. I've called Eugene last night. He had a relapse last night....