Jerry Moore was completely dumbfounded, and Ivan Norris was equally stunned.
"You can speak now?"
Bertha Haines nodded: "Well, blessings and calamities come together. Although I nearly lost my life, isn't there an extra gain?"
Ivan Norris reached out to touch his sister's head: "My Bertha's voice is really pleasant. Hurry, call me brother and let me hear it."
Bertha suddenly felt shy but obediently called him brother.
Ivan Norris looked as though he was savoring: "Say it again."
Bertha then called out to him again: "Brother."
Bertha's voice was soft and cute, and especially when she called someone, it was so sweet, it felt like it could brew honey, melting Ivan Norris's heart.
"Oh no, I might completely turn into a sis-con from now on."
Bertha's eyebrows curved slightly, her eyes tinged with a smile. When she turned to look at her birth mother, seeing her full of anticipation, she suddenly became nervous.
"Mom... Mother."
