A slightly nervous April was scratching his head while he wondered what he could do to keep Hanson’s plan going.

In the meantime, Hanson seemed unconcerned about that, for he didn’t mind whatever Vania would tell him. After all, every word from her sounded like music to his ears, especially when her voice was filled with worry. In fact, it always tickled his fantasy.

When April didn’t respond, Vania thought he had agreed to it, so she cleared her throat and acted as if she knew what to do. “Alright, here I go.”

“Wait, Mrs. Luke. Perhaps you could start by telling him a bit about your life; that would be more conducive to waking the patient up.” Deep down, he didn’t think that Hanson would love to hear Vania memorize the passage from a textbook. Then, he pointed at the door and added, “Perhaps I should excuse myself to give you a little privacy for your little conversation. Ring the bell when Hanson comes around, but for now, I shall leave him in your care.”

Vania could finish her words, April quickly scurried

what Larry and April were up to, judging from their fishy behaviors. Why does something not feel right here?

her head and sat down beside Hanson’s bed, gazing at the man whose eyes were closed while wondering what she should say. What am I going to do now? Cry pitifully as Larry did earlier? Despite her doubts, she was still worried about Hanson’s condition, so she

tucked the man in, but her reaction didn’t seem to make the man feel happy. Can’t you talk about something? Why do you have

The kids and I were shocked when we learned about your condition, but I’m happy to know that you’re going to be fine. So, please wake up and

realized they didn’t sound appropriate; they made her feel as if she and her children were his family, but the next second, she was grateful that the unconscious

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