: Raphael’s identity

　　Third Person’s POV

　　I cried and keep on praying that everything will be okay. That I won’t insist on what I want in exchange for him to open his eyes. I know he chose that profession because of his love for anime and manga. But I mocked him instead of supporting him. As a mother, I failed him more than anyone else.

　　“Ma’am Kelly, the doctor wants to talk to you in his office.”

　　“Okay, just wait here and call the nurse as soon as you notice any changes from my son, understood?” I command. She nodded.

　　“No problem, Ma’am Kelly. I will take care of the young master.”

　　I left her. She had been my secretary for two decades and my son trusted her more than he did to me. I know she loves him like how she loves her own children. I knocked on the door and entered after. He signed me to take my seat. I cleared my throat. He showed me the screen. I know it's my son’s brain.