"Both of you are six of one and half a dozen of the other." Old Ortiz walked out with his hands behind his back, shook his head at the two of them, "Trying to cut against the grain, no wonder it's not working, a waste of effort."
Following the sound, Waylon Lewis and Liam Cloud looked in Hope Williams' direction. Old Ortiz was standing beside her, glaring at the two of them.
Waylon Lewis strode over to Hope Williams, glanced at Old Ortiz, and his gaze returned to Hope, filled with concern, "Why did you come out? Go back inside and lie down."
If it were before, Hope Williams would have said he was too worried about her, but after fainting this time, she knew there was a reason for his concern.
However, she did feel a lot better now, not as exhausted as before.
Hope Williams held onto Waylon Lewis's large hand, leaned next to him, and smiled gently, "No need, it's nice to come out and get some fresh air."
