Liara saw a man in his early fifties sitting on the stool. He had held Ethlyn’s hand, and his head was resting on Ethlyn’s bed. She could guess that he would be Ethlyn’s father. She couldn’t imagine the pain of a father watching his daughter in this state.

Anyone at his place who had bid their final goodbye to their family members because she had read Ethlyn’s case. All the doctors had already said that she could never recover.

So, waiting for his daughter to wake up from his deathbed for this long was really a big thing.

She cleared her throat, hoping him to wake up, and the same...