“What?!” Estelle jumped to her feet, hastily gathering her things. She asked, “How is she now? Are you sure she’s okay? I’ll be there right away!”

It hadn’t been a year since Christina’s surgery, and she was much more fragile than adults. Estelle’s heart raced at the thought of it.

Hearing Estelle’s worried voice, Luke hurriedly comforted her, “You don’t have to rush. The roads are probably slippery after the rain. It’s too risky to drive too fast.”

“Don’t worry. Vincent is here at my office. He can give me a ride. Uncle Luke, I’m on my way,” Estelle said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and rushing towards the...