'That's a nice name,' Cynthia murmured, a smile spreading across her face.
"Peter, thank you so much this time. If you hadn't shown up when you did, I might have actually cried my eyes out."
"You saved my life once. This was nothing." Peter waved his hand. He just happened to be passing by and saw a familiar figure, so he drove over. He didn't expect that it would really be an acquaintance.
Rebecca and Yolanda, having received the news, also rushed to the hospital. They happened to see Peter standing with Cynthia.
Rebecca's mouth twisted into a sneer, her harsh voice ringing out in the hospital. "Oh, Cynthia."
Cynthia's expression stiffened, and her face turned cold. "Rebecca, Grandpa is still lying inside. Don't cause trouble here. I have no time for you."
Peter's inquisitive gaze
