"I'm going to see him!" Mary lifted the quilt, as if to get out of bed.
"Wait!" Barry pulled her back gently and said, "He hasn't woken up. The doctor does not allow us to disturb him."
Mary paused for a while and said, "Then I... I'll go later. By the way, where are Alick and Elissa?"
"Lucas and Victor took them to see a psychiatrist." Archer put his hands in his pockets and added, "Lucas is afraid that the two kids will have PTSD after the kidnapping."
"Yes, yes." Hearing that, Mary nodded her head in a hurry. It was not until then that she realized that she had ignored the two kids because she had been thinking about William since arriving in the hospital.
"Mary, are you hungry?" Barry asked suddenly.
"No, I'm not." Shaking her head, Mary wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. She looked up at Barry and said, "I—"
"Mary, don't say anything," Barry suddenly interrupted her. "I'm going to buy some food."
Then, he left in a hurry.
Mary clenched her fists and watched Barry's back as he left. Her heart was filled with infinite guilt. Three years of waiting, four years of companionship, how could she tell him? Should she tell him that she still couldn't let go of William? She really didn't have the heart to say that.
"Mary?"
While Mary was lost in thought, Aunt Amy suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.
"Aunt Amy?" Mary stood up
lightly, "Mary, come here."
With grievance and fear all over her stomach, and seeing his calm expression again, Mary wanted to leave and let him taste the bitterness he caused. However, her legs moved towards him automatically.
Standing in front of the bed and looking at William, Mary burst into tears again. Her tears fell on the quilt and she wiped her face with the back of her hand.
"Why are you crying again?" William raised his arm and wiped her tears with pity. "I'm sorry I made you worried. It's all my fault."
"Dad!" Elissa's voice came from the hall.
While they were talking, a bodyguard pushed Timothy's wheelchair in, followed by Aunt Amy and the two kids.
Before she entered the ward, Elissa called William. As soon as she came in, she rushed to the bed, and held William's hand. "Dad, you finally woke up! Does it still hurt?"
"No, it doesn't anymore." William shook his head and stroked his daughter's head.
"Then Mommy doesn't have to cry every day." Alick, on the other hand, was led to the bed by Amy.
"Alick!" William's eyes lit up. "How are you doing? Are you feeling all right?"
"I'm fine." Alick stared at William for a long time. Suddenly, he called him in a low voice, "Dad."
Although he just whispered it, Alick's voice was heard clearly in the quiet ward. For a moment, like a picture captured in a camera, everyone in the ward was stunned.