Appearance unchanged!
It's mom.
It's his mom.
Clive was so emotional that he rushed forward, crouched by the bed, reached out, and touched the sleeping person, "Mom!"
This cry, he had held back for ten years, and even in his dreams, he didn't dare call out.
"Mom!"
Mrs. Hawkins was sound asleep, completely unaware.
"Uncle, my mom, she?" Clive anxiously looked toward Yigol Foster, asking.
"Don't worry. I just checked. She's fine. Just tired. She's asleep."
As Yigol finished speaking, Mrs. Hawkins turned over, and Clive's eyes widened, violet pupils revealing shock, followed by heartache and anger.
He reached out to touch the half-disfigured face of his mother, his hand trembling involuntarily.
"Who? Who did this?"
If he remembered correctly, the last time he saw his mother was in the snow, and her face was not injured then.
Then, it must have been the work of the O'Hara family.
Anger flared up instantly, and he stood up abruptly.
