A moment later, Terrence slammed the door upstairs.
Alexa felt as if a piece of flesh had been cut off from her heart, and it hurt so much.
She looked at the bowl of vegetable soup that had been spilled by Terrence and tried her best to endure the uncomfortable feeling of nausea. She picked up the bowl and drank it all.
To her, eating was simply torturing.
Every time Alexa ate something, her stomach would instantly feel a dull pain that made Alexa break out in a cold sweat.
But even so, Alexa still held her fork tightly and carefully ate the cold dishes.
Alexa did not know how many more days she could live, but she did not want to die in this kind of place.
Not long after, there was another movement in the corridor behind her.
Before Alexa put down her fork, Terrence stood behind her and handed his phone over without saying a word.