“Rosalie?"

Byron’s heart tightened, as he approached the hospital bed, gently calling out her name.

Rosalie felt that her eyelids weighed a ton. She tried to respond but did not have the strength. She was one second away from a deep sleep.

The drowsier she was, the more stressed-out Byron was.

After a long time, Byron opened the door of the ward angrily, and looked at the experts waiting outside.

"Pre...President Lawrence."

Due to Rosalie’s sudden headaches just now, one of the experts was on standby and waited outside just in case.

The poor man never expected that he would have to face the furious Byron alone, and his heart trembled.

Byron's face was gloomy. "What kind of injection did you give her? Why was she so drowsy after the injection?"

Hearing this, the expert breathed a sigh of relief, and reassured him. "Oh, it’s because Miss Jacobs had been struggling the whole day, along with the big emotional fluctuation. We added some tranquilizers to the painkillers so that she