Although Christopher’s parents came to the hospital frequently these days, I hadn’t bumped into them until today. Now that we finally met, I felt that I wasn’t mentally ready for the encounter.

 

“How are you, Mrs. Lane?” Although I couldn’t see anything, I still pinched my fingers nervously and didn’t know where to lay my gaze.

 

“You were sleeping when I visited you yesterday. Now, you seem to have recovered a lot.

here take good care

wheelchair out of the ward. I turned around and gazed at him as I left reluctantly. After all, I wished

it. Therefore, the doctor said it is best to let him sleep rather than inject any anesthetic. Anyway,

by my ward. I heard that she talked to Monica affectionately; she used the same tone she always did when she spoke with Christopher. In other words, she probably treated Monica as her

outside and stopped at the pavilion, where some patients loved catching some sun. Julia asked her subordinate to help me sit in the wheelchair and handed some food to me. I loved the fruits and ate quite a lot because they tasted sweet, soft,

 

are air-freighted from Italy and

the dates symbolized a huge gap between Christopher and I. He was rich enough to afford fruits that were air-freighted. On the contrary, I thought apples were expensive and always saved them for him whenever

him. He cried and asked his dad to teach him fighting skills. We laughed and explained that a five-year-old kid

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