She was so busy she lost track of day and night, worried her family would be concerned about her.
Lucas Shaw frowned deeply, disapprovingly saying, "Experiments are important, but your health is more important. Have you forgotten nearly fainting from not sleeping the past few days?"
Serena Summers held the soup bowl in front of her, uneasily twirling it in her palm, a trace of guilt flickering in her eyes, but she still retorted: "I didn't faint, I just fell asleep."
"Not fainting and you're proud of it? Do you know how worried I've been about you these past days? But I was afraid to disturb you and dared not make a sound." Lucas's face turned stern, his lips pressed tightly in a straight line.
Serena's attitude quickly deflated, and she muttered softly, "If not going will make you happy, then why are you shouting at me?"
Wasn't she doing all this to get better sooner?
During this time, even though Lucas didn't voice it, he always felt guilty about her.