I coughed weakly, barely able to muster the strength to look at Agnes. "I told you, I took cefalexin. Well, you got what you wanted. Please, just leave me alone from now on."
With those words, I passed out. Mr. Walker, furious, turned to Agnes. "What the hell? You knew he took cefalexin, and you still forced him to drink? Didn't I say it was fine if he didn't drink? Were you trying to kill him?"
Agnes was flustered. "No, I didn't know... I thought he was just making excuses..."
Milan quickly chimed in. "River always jokes around, Agnes didn't expect him to actually have taken cefalexin—it's his fault for not making it clear."
Mr. Walker wasn't having any of it. "Enough! No more excuses. There's no way he'd joke about his life!"
The ambulance arrived swiftly, and as they were about to leave, Mr. Walker turned to them with a cold expression, leaving behind one final remark.
"There were always rumors about you and Mr. Walsh, but I never believed them. I even thought of using this opportunity to help you and River get back together. Now, it seems unnecessary."
"Our future collaborations are also unnecessary."