Chapter 870:

After the initial shock, Caylee hesitated, pulling back as if wary of Marissa moving closer. But as Marissa stayed put, Caylee gradually began to relax.

Seeing Marissa’s kind, friendly expression, Caylee managed a small smile in return and nodded slightly. Even though Caylee had been awake for a while, her voice had not yet fully recovered. She could produce some sounds but found it challenging to form complete sentences.

Noticing the awkward tension, Ruth intervened, quickly bringing Caylee closer to Marissa. “Caylee, this is Tiffany. Don’t be afraid. She’s your daughter.”

Marissa seized the moment, leaning forward to gently hold her mother’s hand and check her pulse. It was reassuring to see that Caylee’s health, thanks to the devoted care from the Sanchez family, had significantly improved since she had regained consciousness.

After checking the pulse, Marissa looked up playfully and softly said, “Mom, you’re doing fantastic! Just keep eating well and take your medicines on time. Stay strong!”

to fade. As she observed her daughter closely, a warm feeling started to

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Marissa a light pat on the head. This was the first time Caylee had done this, and it deeply moved Marissa. Smiling, she suggested, “Mom, how about

with a smile. Marissa immediately wheeled her mother toward the garden because she had something important

willow tree. Although fall was nearing, the air remained warm, and it felt more comfortable in the

Marissa pulled a hairpin from her purse and suggested, “Mom, would

to the garden, Marissa had tried various topics to bond with Caylee. By now, Caylee had completely let down her guard around Marissa. So when Marissa offered to

the pin at the back of her head. Caylee was strikingly beautiful. Though she had grown pale and frail after over two decades in bed, her exquisite bone

her hair pinned back, her entire face was

Marissa complimented, kneeling in front of Caylee while holding her hand and gazing up

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