Hope Hart finished dinner and saw her spirits greatly lifted, which finally eased Amelia Garcia's worried mind.
But at the same time, she felt a sense of inexplicable loss and reluctance.
—Since her child had recovered from the illness, it was time for her to leave.
Just then, her phone rang.
Seeing it was a call from Shaw, she didn't dare to hang up; after all, Noah was still sick, and she couldn't stop worrying.
So, she went to the balcony to answer the call quietly.
"Hello..."
"Sis, you're not at home? Where did you go?"
"I had to step out for something, what's up? Is Noah feeling uncomfortable again?"
"No, he's had his dinner and his medicine, and he's asleep now."
Amelia felt both relieved and guilty, "That's good."
"Sis, did you go out to deal with that online mess? I just noticed, all the posts and the re-shares have disappeared, even those big influencer accounts have been suspended!"