Cierra was occupied with eating the meal.
William, who was next to her secretly leaned over and said, "Cici, why don't you stay with me in New York for a few days?"
Cierra, who was chewing on her food, was stunned. She didn't expect to hear such a question. "William, are you joking?"
"Didn't we agree long ago that I would have to stay in Los Angeles?" She thought.
William wouldn't give up. He glanced at her and he didn't look quite happy about it. He said, "Do you have to stay in Los Angeles?"
"That's right." She thought.
She really didn't want to go to the hospital. Even if Draven had a plan, he wouldn't say anything about it.
It was mainly because Dr. Charles was in the old house.
He had come all the way from New York just to have a shelter and food here. She couldn't go back on her word and follow William to New York, could she?
That would be joking with the old man.