Chapter 121: A Fragrant Breeze

"I said I'm terminally ill!" Sophia buried her face in the cushion, her voice muffled yet piercing.

What kind of person is she? Hearing that I have a terminal illness, and all she offers is a bland "Then let me help you back to rest"?

Sophia's earlier sadness and grievance transformed into intense anger. Never before had her emotions swung so wildly, for she'd never cared about anyone this much.

At this moment, she even forgot about maintaining her image before the cameras.

"Even so, you should go lie down properly." Without further ado, Annie pulled Sophia up from the sofa.

Given her understanding of Sophia, it was likely she was throwing a tantrum because she wasn't feeling well.

Sophia lacked Annie's strength and was lifted straight up. But she couldn't let her guard down; as long as others couldn't see her face, it wasn't embarrassing.