The two chatted casually, waiting quietly for over ten minutes before Walter Schmidt finally supported Emma Benson as she emerged.
"No need to carry me, I can walk by myself..." As soon as the bathroom door opened, Emma Benson said softly.
Tara Summer turned her head to look and saw Emma Benson smilingly pushing Walter Schmidt's hand away. Her complexion was still not good, slightly pale and bloodless.
"Emma..." Tara Summer called out, her eyes full of heartache. Emma Benson's body was already petite and slender, and at this moment, she looked even more frail and sickly.
It seemed like a gust of wind could blow her away.
Emma Benson was startled, looked up to see Tara Summer, and immediately smiled brightly.
"Tara, you're here..." With Walter Schmidt's support, she slowly walked over, her steps a bit unsteady, seeming as if she could fall at any moment.
Walter Schmidt, beside her, tried several times to hold her, but she pushed him away.
