After returning to the hospital with the car, Hope Newton went straight home with Professor Andrade. Mrs. Andrade had already prepared breakfast, and the two ate quickly before retreating to their own rooms to rest.

When Hope woke up, it was already past four in the afternoon.

“Awake? Why not sleep a bit longer?”

Mrs. Andrade called from the kitchen, holding a basket of vegetables. Hope rubbed her eyes sleepily, hair messy, looking adorably disoriented.

“Too much sleep… I probably won’t be able to sleep tonight,” Hope said, scratching her tangled hair.

“That’s fine. Go wash up; lunch has gone cold. I’ll cook you some noodles.”

“No need, Mrs. Andrade....