Chapter 170 The Slightest Clues

Cynthia returned to the ward. Just as she walked to the bed, Alston wrapped her waist and dragged her onto his bed. Her body was tense, and she didn't even dare to move. She shouted, "Alston, what are you doing? You're still on the drip!" Alston took her into his arms and found that she had lost a lot of weight. She had gained some weight after she gave birth to the children, but now her waist was even thinner than before she was pregnant. The distress on his face was almost overflowing, and he buried his face in Cynthia's neck. "The IV bottle is empty, and I pulled out the needle." Cynthia looked down and saw the needle hanging beside the bed. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. "I heard from Lorenz that you haven't eaten or slept properly for several days; no wonder you are so thin." His voice was hoarse and gentle. "Close your eyes now and have a good sleep. I will let Mrs. Lewis prepare some food, and you can e