Philip Andrew's hands on his knees tightened slightly. His face was gloomy, and his long eyelids drooped, covering the waves in his dark eyes.
"She will be fine." He held Anna Stuat's hand.
He felt that Anna Stuat's hand was trembling slightly in his palm, and the atmosphere around him became more and more depressed.
She repeated what she had said before, "she will be fine."
Nicola Bery had been standing aside and watching. Noticing that the atmosphere was not good, she had to bite the bullet and stand out.
"Miss Stuat, don't worry. The doctor said there was nothing wrong with your eyes. You will recover soon as you have a good rest for a period of time."
What Nicola Bery said was not a lie.
According to the doctor, the condition of Anna Stuat was not very serious. It was just that she was depressed all day long and under too much pressure, so she was temporarily blind.
However, although the problem was temporary, no one could guarantee when her eyes would recover.