Mrs. Johnson cried and cried until she fainted. Donald watched his wife's pale face and panic-strickenly called for a doctor and nurse. They carried her out, and the ward was suddenly in chaos. After the messy footsteps, the door was quietly pushed open. Lily Smith's little face peeked in through the door. She glanced at Amanda Smith, who was gently wiping her tears by the bedside, and then at Samuel Johnson lying on the bed, pale. She seemed to understand something and stood there looking a bit lost.
"Mommy…"
Lily called out softly.
Hearing the voice, Amanda quickly turned her head to see Lily standing at the door. She hurriedly wiped away her tears and walked over to pick up Lily. "Lily, did you wake up? Are you hungry? Do you want to go have breakfast?"
Lily shook her head. Her little face was puzzled as she looked at Amanda's red eyes and quietly asked, "Can't Lily save daddy either?"
At her young age, she could already sense the gravity of the situation from the atmosphere.