Amber continued to vomit because she saw the few people who had made her sick.
She was unable to sleep. Instead, she supported herself on the sink with her hands.
"I'm not feeling well, Dad."
However, her father, who had always doted on her, could no longer help her get a warm towel or serve her tea and water.
The phone rang outside. Amber walked out, her face pale. She answered the phone without hesitation when she saw it was Liam calling.
"Are you at home?"
Amber replied, "Yes," after a brief pause.
She was a little slow at the moment.
"Press the elevator button."
"Now?"
"I'm downstairs, yes."
Her apartment was on the 11th floor. When she got to the window, she noticed him down there. Then she dashed out the door.
"Please give me twenty seconds."
Amber grabbed the coat and w
