After receiving the phone call from Ann Chapman, learning that Mrs. Harris had suddenly vomited blood and fallen ill this morning, and died after an hour of unsuccessful resuscitation, he had anticipated this outcome.
After getting to know Mrs. Harris, he gradually discovered that she held a very important position in Viola Harris's heart, and could be said to be viewed by her as her only family member.
"Is she okay?" In the hospital room, Viola Harris lay there pale-faced, and even in her sleep, her expression remained pained, with her brows tightly furrowed.
Amelia Clarke looked at her worriedly, seeing that she hadn't woken up, she couldn't help but speak up again.
"She's been examined, and there's no problem; she might just be overly heartbroken." Ann Chapman, sitting on a stool, had a rare serious expression on her face.
