Chapter 339: Dying Without Seeing a Grandson Part 1

"Anemia?"

Edward Muller recalled the doctor's almost sorrowful expression that was just short of saying, "Be strong," and he burst into laughter.

However, it did complement his mother's exaggerated acting quite well.

Randel Muller was puzzled, "Brother, what are you laughing at? Although anemia isn't much of a disease, it needs to be managed properly, otherwise, it can still affect your health."

"I know. It must be late over there, don't study too late, get some rest early."

"Mhm, brother, good night."

"Good night."

Worried he might break into laughter, Edward Muller didn't go into the ward.

Through the glass in the door, he saw Wyatt Perry's expressionless face and sighed inwardly that having a poker face had its advantages, especially at times like these when it was easiest to give the game away.

The mother laughed so hard it was a struggle; she felt it was such a waste not to go into acting. A genuine method actor—she should have pursued acting when she was young.