It wasn't until Emma Benson approached the bed that she mustered the strength to prop herself up and sit.
"Hmm..." She seemed to struggle, and even the simple action of propping up her upper body left her gasping for breath, revealing her weakened state.
"Minnie..." Emma wanted to step forward and help her, but as she was about to reach out, she hesitated. She stared at Minnie's expressionless face, feeling that the distance between them was no longer like the past. Minnie simply scorned her help!
Perhaps in her heart, anything Emma did now was futile. She guessed that if she tried to help, Minnie might also consider it mere lip service, a pretense of goodwill, right?
Emma let out a bitter laugh, dropped her hand, and then sat down on the chair beside the bed, "I don't know why you asked me to come. What's the matter?"
