Upon hearing Wyatt Perry's shout, Yuliana Ross lay on the bed, not daring to breathe heavily.
Her hands hidden under the quilt were clenched into fists, palm full of sweat.
"Miss is in this room." The servant guarding the door opened it for Wyatt Perry.
Wyatt Perry stepped into the dim room and could vaguely see someone lying on the bed.
"Claudia." He quickly walked to the bedside; the room was poorly lit, and he could only see a blurry outline.
He sat down by the bed and asked softly, "How are you?"
"I'm fine... cough cough..."
Yuliana Ross deliberately lowered her voice, then coughed a few times.
Wyatt Perry just thought she had a cold, which made her voice a little different from usual.
Huddled under the quilt, Yuliana Ross's heart was so nervous that it was about to leap out of her chest, trembling uncontrollably as she spoke to Wyatt Perry.
Wyatt Perry reached out to touch her head, and she subconsciously dodged.
"What's wrong?"
