Lola Gold heard Cooper Coldson swearing nearby.
She shook her head helplessly, not wanting to make Yolanda Greenwood feel awkward, so she went out to fetch some water.
"I was sick yesterday," Yolanda watched Lola leave and replied quietly, "Sorry."
Her body hadn't recovered yet, and her voice sounded exceptionally weak at that moment.
"What sickness?" Cooper's rage seemed to have diminished somewhat.
"It's not a serious illness," Yolanda's hand unconsciously rested on her stomach, "Let's schedule another time when I'm feeling better."
"Trying to play me again?"
"Really not." Yolanda wanted to explain further, but then she saw Noah Coldson come in, stretching out his hand to take away the phone.
As he walked out, he continued the conversation on the phone, "She really is sick, I can testify."
Hearing this voice, Cooper couldn't help but freeze: Is that my older brother?
Noah continued, "I'm at the hospital right now, do you want to come over and see?"