Chapter 182

Davis’s POV: The moment I entered the room, I saw the floor beside the bed in utter disarray, shards of glass scattered everywhere. Everett lay half-turned, his hand still frozen mid-air. Spotting me, he awkwardly withdrew his arm. I dodged the shards and approached him. “President, would you like some water?” I asked. The man, who was always so strong-willed, now wore a somber expression. I sighed softly, turned to close the door, then walked to the foot of the bed and pressed a button. The headboard slowly rose. Everett shifted from lying flat to a semi-reclined position. I fetched a fresh cup, poured it half full with lukewarm water, and handed it to him. “President, please have some water.” He took the glass and drank in silence. Seeing his stubbornness, I couldn’t help but urge him, “President, if you don’t want a nurse to care for you, you can always call me. You’re injured now and have limited mobility. There are bound to be things you need help with. You can’t eat pride for bre