Glara shifted her gaze, looking at the road ahead. "Because of you, Gama could change like this. I can't imagine what would have happened if we hadn't met you."

"No problem. I'm glad I could help. Gama is a cheerful child; he just needs a little attention. Oh yes, if there's time later, let's visit the psychologist we talked about."

Glara raised an eyebrow because she remembered that Gama's appointment was still next week. "I want to give Gama's painting results. Maybe we can get more clues from there." Glara nodded happily; she had never thought of such a simple thing.

Bhuvi's car stopped at a traffic light, and Glara...