"Mrs. Smith, you are awake!"
Greg heard her scream and rushed over in surprise.
Cynthia stared at the ceiling, and there was still despair and panic in her eyes.
After a long time, she rolled her eyes, looked at Greg, and asked in a hoarse voice, "I'm not dead?"
"Of course, you're not dead." Greg looked at her pale face, and she was no longer as lively as usual. His heart was a little sour. "Mr. Smith is always good at shooting. How could he let you die?"
Mr. Smith?
When Cynthia heard this name, she looked behind him but didn't see Alston. Her eyelashes drooped, covering the sadness in her eyes.
"Where is he?"
Before Greg could answer, the nurse on the side replied, "Miss Taylor's nurse came just now, so Mr. Smith is probably in Miss Taylor's ward."
Hulda?
Cynthia was short of br
