The young nurse was trembling in fear of Philip Shaw, and a bodyguard, feeling sorry for her, stepped forward to mediate, "Young Master, please go back to your room to rest. Someone is watching here. Miss Candi always has a stroke of good fortune and will be fine."
Philip Shaw lifted his head to glance at him, then said coldly, "She's a worthless person, what kind of luck could she have? Go find me a chair."
He was indeed intending to sit here.
The bodyguard was momentarily speechless, waved his hand, and instructed the nurse scared by Philip Shaw to go fetch a chair.
Philip Shaw's complexion was exceptionally pale, and from the look on his face, it was evident that he was physically unwell at the moment.
Sitting in the armchair, despite everything, he seemed picturesque, making this corridor appear grand and magnificent.
He rested one hand on the armrest, holding his forehead slightly; under the light, his lips were excessively pale.
