After hanging up the phone, Fiona Sutton arrived at Tara Jameson's dormitory.
She knocked gently on the door, and soon saw Tara Jameson, her face flushed, coming to answer it.
"Hmm? Fiona?"
Tara was stunned, not expecting Fiona to be outside.
"You're running a fever; I'm taking you to the hospital."
Tara's expression changed. After inviting her in, she sat down to look at her.
"Did he send you?"
After a long time, Tara finally asked the question.
"Yes."
Upon hearing Fiona's affirmative answer, Tara smiled slightly.
"You see, he's always like this. Sometimes he's heartbreakingly cold, and just when you've decided to give up, he reappears in your life."
Charles Northwood is just like that: indecisive and ambiguous.
"I've already taken medicine, I don't need to go to the hospital. I can take care of myself."
Tara frowned, looking at Fiona, hesitating after she finished speaking.
