Mr. Hanson looked at her little face full of anticipation, recalling the things she had said earlier, pursed his lips, and walked inside, "He won't come."
"Uh." Wendy Hanson's expectant expression froze, she clenched her fist and chased after him, "Grandpa, didn't mom say you went to find Brother Baron? Why isn't he coming?"
"He doesn't want to come." Mr. Hanson said blankly, very bluntly, "Why do you think?"
"Dad." Mother Hanson saw Wendy Hanson clutching her chest shakily, fearing she couldn't handle the shock and might collapse, hurried over to support her, disagreeing, "Dad, Wendy is already feeling awful. Don't say that to her."
Mr. Hanson merely glanced at them, then with a stern face ordered, "Pack up your things."
Mother Hanson stood there puzzled, asking him, "Pack up for what? Dad, is Wendy being transferred to another hospital?"
