Yolanda entered the hospital room with a skeptical expression, Lola following closely behind her.
On the hospital bed, Jaxon Greenwood's external injuries had long healed. At this moment, he was gazing out the window. Hearing someone enter, he finally turned his head.
"Dad!" Yolanda choked up the moment she spoke, "You finally woke up?"
Confusion flickered in Jaxon Greenwood's eyes. He glanced at Yolanda, then at the person behind her. "Who… are you looking for?"
Yolanda felt her heart tighten sharply. She grabbed Jaxon Greenwood's hand. "Dad, it's me, Yolanda, it's Yolanda!"
Jaxon Greenwood began to struggle. "Let go of me, I don't know you!"
He shouted toward the hallway outside, "Melissa, come quickly! Daddy's scared—who are these people?"
Yolanda's legs buckled as if she was about to collapse.
"Yolanda, are you okay?" Lola quickly grabbed Yolanda, her voice trembling, "Yolanda, Uncle Greenwood seems to not recognize us anymore."