Chapter 1132 The Facade Of Frailty

• In the ward, Whitney assisted Moore in adjusting his pillow, propping it up high enough so he could barely lift his head. He struggled to sit up, his legs completely devoid of strength.
• Moore's gaze never left her face, his eyes filled with a passionate and captivated intensity.
• “Whitney, if the Federal Bureau of Investigation really finds out that Charles is the culprit behind the scenes, would you consider divorcing him?”