Hope Williams looked towards Waylon Lewis, took the warm water he handed over, and waved her hand, "It's nothing."
Originally, Waylon's gaze was on Hope, but it suddenly turned dark when it shifted to Wyatt Lewis. Wyatt swallowed and gave an unnatural smile at Waylon, "Brother."
"Can you get out of bed?"
"Ah?"
Seeing his own brother with a stern face asking about his wellbeing, Wyatt was momentarily at a loss.
Hope explained, "We're heading back to Emperor Capital now, and we'll take you with us, so don't worry, your brother isn't here to beat you up."
With a flicker of fear, Wyatt feebly swallowed, "I... should be able to get out of bed… I guess?"
"Get your medicine changed, get dressed, let's go."
Hearing Waylon's calm tone, Wyatt dared not delay, immediately calling the nurse to treat him.
Waylon took Hope out of the ward and waited for him outside.
Hope looked at the little miser in front of her and couldn't help shaking her head.
