"Yes."
The bank manager hastily retreated, following James Blair's orders.
Joshua Hayes lay in the hospital bed, his limbs all immobilized, but a carefree smile was still plastered on his face.
When Michele Keith came to feed him, he didn't forget to tease, "Michele, you've gotten prettier again after just a few days."
Michele Keith had long since become fair and beautiful, no longer the withered, frail girl she once was. Standing tall and slender, she exuded a gentle aura. Holding a bowl of porridge, she pinched Joshua Hayes's arm in annoyance: "Keep talking nonsense, and I'll leave you to starve."
"No! Please, no! My dear lady, I'm starving to death here."
Joshua Hayes quickly begged for mercy, baring his teeth in pain.