Chapter 403 Don't Bite Your Lips

Sylvester walked into the room upstairs. Lela was still asleep, clutching his pillow. He gently pried her hands off and checked her forehead. No fever, which was good since Mutants shouldn't get fevers. But her lips were pale, not their usual rosy color. He couldn't help but worry.

"Babe, wake up!"

In her half-conscious state, Lela had been drifting through a long dream. In it, she sometimes encountered Sylvester and sometimes found herself back in her childhood.

She dreamed that Sylvester had spent a fortune to build a grand palace in the forest for the deceased members of the Holy Light Tribe, with each tribe member receiving their own room.

Sylvester calling her, urging her to

eyes just wouldn't

"Sylvester, hug!"

lap, snuggling into

sing a lullaby. "Mom, I saw you. I miss you so much," she said, hugging tighter as Amanda kissed her. Then Amanda left, and she

"Mom, flowers." Pink butterflies fluttered around her, and Amanda smiled, "Our Sarah is so fragrant. You're attracting butterflies." Young Sarah held the roses, trying to catch the butterflies. It was a beautiful scene. But the scene shifted once more, plunging Lela into a cold, clinical laboratory. She

yearning for Amanda's comforting embrace, but was met

using a bit of pressure to create space between them. His gaze remained fixed on her as he whispered softly, "Lela, wake up. Look at

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