Rose Dior stood by the bed anxiously, looking distressed. Any stranger would have thought that she was a good daughter. In fact, Madam Bishop was her only protective umbrella in the Bishop family. If Madam Bishop passed away, her identity as "Miss Bishop" would disappear. It would be devastating to her.
Therefore, there was no one else at present who was wishing more for Madam Bishop's recovery.
The old lady on the bed had a distorted facial expression, half of her body was paralyzed. It was obvious that she had a stroke. Where did the dominion she had always possessed go?
Hank glanced at his grandmother indifferently and said, "Just quickly send her to the hospital."
Simon Bishop said, "It wouldn't be good if she caught a cold, I'll ask the servants to bring some blankets over..."
Sara suddenly stepped forward, pushing Rose aside. She sat on the bedside and reached out to lift Madam Bishop's eyelids. She spoke softly, "Madam Bishop, open your mouth please."