Pamela lay weakly in bed, her condition visibly fragile. At the sight of Clayton, a spark of excitement flickered in her eyes, reminiscent of a lost child finally finding a parent.

Yet, when she spoke, it wasn't to complain or to seek comfort; it was to call out for her daughter, "Irene, Irene..."

It was evident Pamela was lost in her own world, her mind fixated on finding her daughter, oblivious to her own plight.

She was easy to pacify, like a toddler, believing anything she was told unless it was slander about her daughter or Clayton. That was the only time she showed anger, ready to defend and contradict.

With hands wrapped in bandages, she gently shook Clayton's hand, whispering, "Clayton, find Irene, find Irene..."

Clayton's heart ached at her words. He too had once had a warm home, a loving wife, and a delightful daughter. But ever since their daughter went missing, their home had shattered.

His daughter's whereabouts remained unknown, his wife had retreated into her own world in Oceanopolis, and he was left to search tirelessly for their daughter. A once happy family was now torn apart.

Choking back his emotions, Clayton assured her, "I know, I'm looking for Irene, I've always been."

distress,

She must be alive and well, maybe even happy, with

this, could barely hide her skepticism. Alive after more than twenty years?

alive,

by hope, exclaimed, "Irene's alive?

nodded affirmatively,

a sigh of relief, Pamela's tense nerves relaxed as she lay there, smiling foolishly at the ceiling and then at

silently agreeing on

radiant, intelligent,

Clayton turned to the doctor, "How severe are Pamela's

the bandages, nor the

life-threatening, though she has many. The main injuries are

frowned, "Another

added, "Ms. Patel is overwhelmed with grief for her daughter. She finds

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