"I'm fine," James sat up with the support of his hand, "Cough, cough!"

He held his chest, looking even paler.

"You should rest well first," Beverley hurriedly supported him.

"Beverley, I'm fine," James repeated.

"Okay, I know, rest well."

The more he emphasized this, the more Beverley felt heartache and guilt.

At this point, he still only cared about himself, but what about her?

She even once doubted his intentions.

It was her who was in the ...