She greeted him with a smile and inquired, "Are you here to visit Mr. Evans or to speak with me?"

Simon was prepared to plead.

Mark, in the midst of receiving an intravenous drip, was glancing at the news on his phone.

He didn't lift his gaze as he casually remarked, "You haven't washed your hair. Your shoes are caked in mud, and your face is smeared with grease. Mr. Lewis, I have pneumonia. With that appearance, are you here to visit me or to torment me?"

Simon felt a sense of embarrassment.