"Sara! Sara! If I had found you earlier, things would not have happened! Sara! Sara! Dad is coming to see you. Open your eyes, okay?"

Wendy couldn't help but wiped her tears. Harold came over and patted her on the back.

She sniffed and looked at her mother on the bed. With surprise, Wendy ran over and saw tears falling from the corner of her eyes. "My mom is crying. Doctor, call a doctor!"

"I'll ask someone to call the doctor." Harold hurriedly turned his head and waved to the men in black standing outside the door.

"Yes, sir!"

"Sara, can you hear me? It's me, your father! I don't blame you anymore. Please wake up, okay? Sara!"

The doctor quickly came to Sara's ward and examined her.

Unfortunately, her mother had no sign of waking up except for tears.

"Doctor, how is my mother?"

The doctor shook his head and said, "I can't give you a definite answer. It's hard to say when she will wake up. But this is a good sign for her. You need to talk more with her."

"Okay

Harold, who was stiff.

After a while, he moved slightly to the edge of the bed to keep a safe distance from Wendy.

Wendy had a good sleep that night, but Harold couldn't sleep well.

The next day, the butler knocked at the door and asked Wendy to come downstairs for breakfast. The knock on the door woke them up.

After washing, they were about to go downstairs for dinner. When the door was opened, they heard a surprised voice the moment they walked out, "You two! Why did Harold come out of Wendy's room?"

Hearing Zachary's voice, the two were stunned and did not know what to do.

'I'm screwed! What should I do?' Wendy didn't dare to turn around. She winked at Harold.

Harold turned around and explained to Zachary, "I just woke Wendy up."

Wendy turned around and nodded, "Yes, he did."

"Really?" Zachary looked at them suspiciously.

"Of course!" Said Wendy stubbornly.

"What? Why are everyone standing here? Why don't you go downstairs for breakfast?" Sane asked.