Noah stood beside his mother.
His normally expressionless little face twitched suddenly after his mother's words, and tears rolled down from his deep, clear black eyes in an instant.
He moved his lips but still couldn't call out that word, "Daddy..."
Deep down, he wasn't even sure if this man was Daddy.
The image before him was so far removed from his memory.
Normally, that man seemed so cool, so annoying, and so irritating that Noah couldn't bear to look at him directly.
But the man on the bed now appeared so weak, his eyes tightly shut, even quieter than if he were just sleeping...
There didn't seem to be a single good thing about him from head to toe.
How could he be the tall, handsome, cold, and strong Daddy?
Amelia Garcia took a deep breath, swallowed the acidic lump in her throat, and wiped away her tears to calm down.
"Noah, why don't you talk to Daddy? Maybe he can hear you," the woman turned to her son and said softly in a hoarse voice.