"I don't want to hear you talk about this, just tell me, what's with the virus, is it the virus that caused your memory loss?"
Claudia Ross was anxious beyond words, while Wyatt Perry seemed unhurried, speaking slowly, half hiding and half revealing the truth.
"Yes, it's that kind of virus." Wyatt Perry still wore a smile, reassuring Claudia Ross: "Don't be afraid, I've already taken medication to suppress the virus, and I'll get the antidote soon."
"Something this serious, and you kept it from me all along." Claudia Ross glared with anger: "Do you still consider me your wife or not?"
"Heh, I just didn't want you to worry."
"You think I wouldn't worry if I didn't know? Now that I know, I'm even more worried."
Claudia Ross pouted, visibly unhappy.
"I'm sorry, don't be mad, honey." Wyatt Perry hugged Claudia Ross, reaching out to scratch her chin: "Come on, give me a smile, don't be mad."
"I can't smile."
She was worried sick, with no mood to smile.
