I was my mother's most cherished child. My younger sister, who was studying out of town, must have spent a lot of money to get back so quickly.

"We're taking my sister home. Mom, once we're back, she won't suffer anymore," my sister said with a determined tone.

As they passed by the door, my sister's sharp eyes caught sight of a figure.

"Mom, is that my brother-in-law?" she asked, clearly identifying Joey, and without hesitation, she pushed the wheelchair inside.

Sophia stared at the unexpected guest, momentarily stunned. "Is something wrong?"

"Of course not. I just wanted to greet my brother-in-law," my sister emphasized "brother-in-law" with a hint of...