Pregnant woman

Although Harry Collins was seriously injured, his body had mostly recovered after a week of special care.

After all, young people tend to recover quickly.

Elder Lady Collins looked at her most beloved grandson. He was still handsome, but the carefree and arrogant air he used to carry was gone, replaced by a pervasive gloom that couldn't be dispelled.

"Grandma," Harry called quietly, trying his best to force a smile.

Normally, among all her grandchildren, Harry was the one who could always make Elder Lady Collins and Patrick Taylor happy with his words. Clearly, he no longer possessed his usual spirit, and it was unlikely he would ever regain it.

Elder Lady Collins steadied her thoughts, took Harry's hand, and gently patted it.

"Harry, Grandma has already investigated those people for you."

"Really?" Harry's question was simple.