Seeing the displeasure on Evander Lancaster's face, Willow Lancaster quickly replaced her joyful smile with a sullen look as she walked in.
"Second Brother, I'm sick."
Looking at his cousin sitting opposite him, Evander furrowed his brows tightly, closed the medical record in front of him, and asked sternly.
"Where are you feeling unwell?"
Willow placed her hands on her lower abdomen and said pitifully, "My stomach hurts."
The pampered girl had hands as white and delicate as jade, with nail polish in a light pink that wasn't too bright, matching well with the skin on the back of her hand.
With exquisite makeup on her face, blue jeans, high-heeled ankle boots, and a beige cape, she appeared stylish and trendy, having dressed up carefully to see Evander.
As Willow moved, Evander glanced lightly without showing any emotion on his handsome face, then looked at Willow as if she were an ordinary patient, "Your period?"
Willow bit her lip slightly, shook her head shyly, "No."
