Chapter 1195

Upon returning to her room, Heather started to cough continuously. It was serious, and it sounded like she could not suppress it at all.

Chump stood by her side, not knowing what to do. Finally, he went out to get a glass of water for her, and when he returned, he saw her spitting out another mouthful of blood again.

After that, Heather seemed to be in a slightly better condition. With Chump’s support, she sat down on her bed and leaned on the bedframe. She took the glass of water from Chump, but her face had no color.

“Ms. Riggs…” Chump was worried sick.

Initially, he thought that Heather was alright and that she had everything under control. However, that was not the case.

“I didn’t expect she would have the guts to do this.” Heather took a breath and looked up at the ceiling, a wry smile plastered on her face. "I'd let my guard down against her over the years, and I'd never been wary of her."

Heather could not describe how she was feeling right now. She had always disdained