Susan hesitated for a moment but still didn't tell him about Wendy's liver cancer.

After all, he was just an outsider, and she had no right to expose Wendy's privacy.

Alexander waited for a moment, seeing that Susan wasn't speaking, he asked again, "Does she have any other illnesses?"

Susan finally stopped wiping the dishes and looked up at him. "Why are you so interested in Wendy's affairs? Do you know her well?"

Alexander replied indifferently, "We used to be very close."

Susan stared at him for a while before saying, "Wendy's personal matters are not for me to disclose. Since you know her well, you can ask her yourself when she wakes up."

With that, she picked up the equipment and left without looking back.

Alexander watched her leave, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

On the other side, Ethan's emotions were a tangled mess, but amidst the chaos, he managed to regain a sliver of clarity.

He didn't want to argue with Susan anymore.

When he stepped into Wendy's hospital room, she was lying quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any vitality.

Ethan slowly walked to the bedside, each step feeling incredibly heavy.

The room was eerily silent, and Ethan sat down, staring blankly at the IV

drip, feeling a fear he had never known before.

What was he afraid of?

He was afraid that Wendy would fall into an endless sleep and never wake up again.

He reached out with a trembling hand, gently holding Wendy's delicate wrist.

Her wrist was so fragile, it seemed like it would break with the slightest pressure.

The hospital gown hung loosely on Wendy,emphasizing her thinness.

As Ethan mnoved slightly, the sleeve slipped down, revealing several alarming needle marks on Wendy's arm, surrounded by purple and dried yellow medication stains.

"Wendy, I didn't know you were this sick," Ethan's voice was low and hoarse.

He remembered that day when he had locked Wendy in the room.She had pounded on the door,yelling desperately that she was dying.

And he had dismissed it, thinking it was just her being dramatic.

He had never considered that Wendy might be seriously ill. let alone this gravely.

Now,he wished more than anything that he could turn back time,listen to her, and save her from that desperate situation.

"Wendy, Wendy..." Ethan called her name over and ove,as if his constant calling would wake her up.

Time passed quietly, and Susan came back into the room to check on Wendy.

Her vital signs were stable for now, but nobody knew if she was out of danger.

Susan gave Ethan a cold glance, their eyes meeting without the usual hostility.

At this moment, their hearts were both filled with concern for Wendy.

Ethan hadn't slept for dozens of hours, his eyes dry and painful,bloodshot.

Exhaustion washed over him like a tide, but he didn't dare to sleep,

fearing that Wendy would wake up feeling scared and helpless.

Ethan gently touched the wound on Wendy's forehead, his fingers trembling slightly.

Wendy now seemed like a fragile doll, evoking deep pity.

How much longer could she live?

Ethan didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to ask.

He feared that the answer would completely break him.

He knew this was a terminal illness, and Wendy's life was like a leaf in autumn, ready to fall at any moment.

Wendy had been on IV fluids all day, one bag after another,along with various medications.

A catheter was inserted into the back of Wendy's hand,the small needle causing her hand to swell, and it was cold to the touch.

When the nare came in to change the modleation, Ethan couldn't help but nok: "Will she wake up?"

The norae finishod changing the mediention and looked back ar him,mowlng bis bloodabot ayes and exhaunted fou,

In jont two days, Bthan seemed to have aged nignificantly.

The nure looked away, puzzled by Ethan's behavior and atthude,

From his argument with Bunan, she know that Wondy's condition had wornened becnuse of him, But what now?

foeing the nurse not respond, Bthan got up and poured a cup of warm water, gently dipping a coton swab in it and curefully moistening Wendy's chapped lipe:

Bthan throw away the cotton swab and walked to the window, opening it alightly,

After days of continuouis rain, the eity finally saw sunshine today, the sunlighut streaming in like a goldon veil ovor her blanket.

flaving boon indoors for so long, the audden sunlight made his eyes uncumfortable, and Ethan squinted slightly,looking into the distance for a whiilo,

He turned back to look at Wondy, mtill lying with her eyes closed, "Wondy,it's sunny outside, Wakp up, and I'll take you out for a walk,"

Ifis volee was tender, a gendlenens he hadn't oven noticed himself.

Wondy's fingers twitched, and the qulet machine hy the bedside suddonly beuped,

"Wendy?" Ethan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly grabbed Wendy's hand, leaning in to look at her face, calling her name again.

Wendy's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, seeing a white ceiling.

Her mind was foggy,unable to focus.

She stared at the ceiling for a long time before noticing Ethan standing by the bed.

She opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

Watching Ethan fumble to press the call button and then run to the door to shout for help before returning to hold her hand, saying something she couldn't hear, Wendy felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity with him. For a moment, she thought she might be dreaming.

She moved her hand, feeling the pain from the catheter in the back of her hand,realizing she wasn't dreaming.

She frowned, looking at the needle in her hand, connected to a clear tube with a bag of fluid dripping slowly.

Soon, Susan came in with two nurses, shooing Ethan out of the room.

"Wendy, does it still hurt?" Susan asked, checking her vitals, which had stabilized somewhat, indicating she was out of immediate danger.

Wendy looked at Susan, unable to speak, and shook her head to indicate she wasn't in pain.

Wendy had just woken up, feeling pain, cold hands, and weak limbs. The anesthesia had worn off, and her wounds ached, but she didIn't want to

worry those who cared about her, so she suppressed the discomfort.

Susan stroked her hair. "You've been asleep for over forty hours. It's normal not to be able to speak. You can have some water to soothe your throat later."

Wendy had just had surgery and couldn't eat yet, relying on IV fluids for nutrition.

Susan turned to pour a cup of water,gently lifting Wendy's head to let her sip a few mouthfuls.

"Feeling better?"

"A bit," Wendy's voice was hoarse, her throat feeling like it was pricked by needles.

She turned to look at the door, her voice raspy as she asked, "Does he know about my illness?"