Evelyn's eyes lit up. She turned around and saw Caden Lockwood. She immediately rushed over, raised her hand to touch his forehead, and anxiously asked, "Uncle! Are you okay? Does your head hurt?"
The touch of her palm felt a normal temperature. She then flipped open his suit pocket, and as expected, there was no small medicine bottle inside.
"How can you be like this?" She stomped her foot in anger, "Didn't I tell you that if you're sick, you should carry your medicine with you? What if your headache acts up again and you don't have medicine or anyone to help you? You're so young, why do you disregard your life like this? Do you know how many people would give up everything for good health?"
Caden's dark eyes noticeably flinched.
He stared at Evelyn, her face slightly pale and tense, and her charming face was covered in sweat. Her eyes were particularly striking, clear without a hint of distraction, reflecting a tiny him, as if he were her whole world.
