Wendy Hart lay on the gurney, an oxygen tube already inserted into her nostrils, her eyes fiercely fixed on her elder brother.
Lily Garcia flung herself at her, grasping her hand, crying out, "Wendy… don't be like this, you need to get better. I don't matter at all, listen to the doctor, please listen to the doctor…"
Christopher Hart knew his sister's mind, his large palm clenched into a fist, his jawbone grinding repeatedly before finally nodding, "You go through with the surgery properly, and I'll fulfill my promise."
Lily stiffened, her heart bursting with joy, yet she dared not look back at the man behind her.
With her brother's assurance, Wendy's emotions were suddenly released, and she became much calmer.
As the nurse prepared to move the gurney away, Lily straightened up, her grip on Wendy's hand slowly sliding off.
Christopher didn't even glance at Lily as he took out his phone to call home.
By the time he returned, Lily took the initiative to approach him.