"Knock, knock, knock."

The room's door was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman wearing an emerald green skirt entered. She briskly lifted the covers and said, "Don't sleep anymore; avoiding the problem won't solve it."

Aileen stared at the woman in amazement. After a nap, aunt Carmen seemed to have grown younger.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the girl lost in thought on the bed and spoke earnestly, "No matter how troubled you are, don't harm your health. Your aunt me think that that man surnamed Johnson isn't hard to get along with."

Then the middle-aged woman opened the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight poured in.

"Besides, although he's eight...