Vodka looked at the little brats covered in Uzo's aura, the corner of his eye twitching. He wanted nothing more than to sweep them right out the door.
But before he could speak, the white-haired old man in the neighboring bed smiled. "I'm so envious of you. You have so many children visiting you—unlike me. When I was first hospitalized, plenty of people came to see me too, but now I can barely see anyone."
Vodka: "..." How could this group of visitors possibly compare to your ordinary visitors? At most, your visitors wanted a favor from you. These little brats wanted lives!
He desperately wanted to expose this horrifying truth. But under the gaze of his wardmate, along with the nurses passing by the door, Mr. Yamada could only keep smiling. "Such beautiful flowers. Thank you, children."
Yoshida Ayumi blinked and thought for a moment, then suddenly reached into the bouquet and pulled out two flowers.
Under Vodka's wary and puzzled gaze, she walked over to the middle bed. "Grandpa, this flower is for you!"
Grandpa Sekiguchi froze, then burst into laughter. He patted the child on the head. "What a good child. Thank you for your gift."
Yoshida Ayumi gave him a sweet smile, then ran to the other bed and offered a flower to the severely injured car accident victim lying there.
However, the man merely snorted, rolled over, and turned his back to her, ignoring her completely.
Vodka, who had quietly taken it all in: "..." So that was it. These little brats were helping Uzo pick actors?
Beside him, Grandpa Sekiguchi had not twisted things as far as an evil organization member would. Seeing this, he hurriedly tried to smooth things over for the disappointed elementary school student. "That Gentleman was in a car accident