William's Plea  

At this time, William lay on the bed and turned his head to look at Lilia.

Seeing that the woman was deep in thought, his eyes were shining and his tone was indistinct. "Lilia, do you feel guilty?"

"Guilty?" Lilia lowered her head, blocking William from reading her expression further. She pretended to be depressed and pressed her lips. "I don't know what kind of feeling this is."

This seemingly casual conversation turned out to be weighing William's heart down.

Lilia stayed in the ward for a while, but less than ten minutes later, she politely told William to rest well before taking her leave.

"Lilia, wait a minute."

Right after she opened the door, William called out anxiously.

Lilia looked back, feeling confused but her expression remained unchanged.

She was way too calm, even if she looked depressed from the outside, she absolutely felt nothing like pressure or guilt.