"Yes, when you see my Mom, you'll understand." Charles White's eyes flickered, and in his mind, a vague figure emerged.
The little girl who always existed in his memory appeared again.
"So when are we actually going to see your Mom?" Zoe Yale immediately grew nervous at the thought of meeting the parent.
Charles White said he and his Mom depended on each other and never mentioned his Father. Zoe Yale didn't dare ask, fearing his Father might have passed away, stirring up his sadness.
"My Mom is still unconscious right now. I have already contacted the Doctor; if she regains consciousness, we'll be notified immediately." As Charles White mentioned his Mother, his eyes were tinted with deep concern.
Such instantly heavy emotions cannot be feigned.
His Mom is really ill...
"Aunt will surely be alright." Zoe Yale put down her Clothes, walked forward, reached out, and hugged his strong Waist, comforting him.
