As Shirley arrived at the West Wing, she could hear the sound of shattered glassware from inside.
"Get out of here! I don't need your pity!"
Two female nurses then walked out with a gloomy demeanor and red eyes, clearly having cried due to feeling wronged.
"What happened to you both?" Shirley asked the nurses.
"Ms. Wilson, are you awake? That's great..."
The female nurse spoke as if seeing a savior, "Please go and persuade Mr. Stewart. He's in bad condition, refusing to eat or drink, and won't let us care for him. He chased us all out, and if he goes on like this, he'll die of thirst or starvation, even if he's not sick."
"He's not eating or drinking?"
Shirley furrowed her brows and muttered, "He acts like a child throwing a tantrum again. He is too childish."
She turned to the two female nurses and said, "Alright, you can go now. I'll take care of it."