When Tiffany woke up, she smelled disinfectant in the air. She opened her eyes and saw the bright chandelier hanging above her head.
She was in the hospital.
She turned her head to the left and saw that there was still half a bottle of drip left. She looked to the right and saw Kaden, looking cold and indifferent.
Tiffany pursed her dry lips and said, "Thank you."
Kaden sneered. "Didn't you say it was none of my business? Look who sent you here. Acute gastroenteritis? Good for you! Aren't you afraid you will have gastric perforation just for that bastard Pedro? Why did you drink that much?"
Tiffany frowned impatiently. "Who told you that I drank for Pedro? I did it for work."
Kaden sneered coldly. He obviously did not believe her.
Tiffany closed her eyes and wanted to sleep, but she
