Violet Zimmerman came to visit him, which was unexpected for Joseph Lancaster, given that she had just been whipped.
Seeing Violet Zimmerman push open the door of the hospital room, he hurriedly propped himself up to sit. "Violet, why are you here?"
The action of closing the hospital room door strained her wound slightly, and Violet Zimmerman subtly furrowed her brow, smiling as she said, "I heard you were hospitalized, so I came to see you."
"Violet, you..." Joseph Lancaster wanted to ask if Violet's wound had healed, but he swallowed the words.
After all, it was all because of him. If not for him, the mother of his son wouldn't have suffered so much.
"Lie down quickly, you're not fully recovered yet." Violet Zimmerman walked in, placed the enamel basin on the table beside him, and helped Joseph Lancaster back onto the bed.
Holding back the heartache, Violet Zimmerman smiled and asked, "How did you faint out of the blue? Have you not been resting well these days?"
