Joy Ward's lips quivered, and she clenched her teeth tightly, forcing herself to maintain her composure with a cold snort, "There's nothing wrong with this medication, why should I be scared?"
Upon hearing that, Hope Williams' expression, filled with sarcasm, chilled even further, "The medication might not be harmful to ordinary heart patients, Joy Ward, but you know very well if it damages Grandpa Lewis's body."
Joy's face turned pale, "I..."
Hope pulled out the medication component list.
Panicked, Joy's gaze darted around evasively.
"So, you can't even bear to look at it yourself?"
Hope's eyes were devoid of warmth, and a slow, cold smile formed on her lips, "Grandpa Lewis's body is frail and can only handle gentle nourishment, yet you filled him with such a high dosage of medication. It's like a balloon—it needs air, but it cannot withstand an overload. Once exceeded, explosion is the only outcome."