Elijah Schmidt lifted his head, his eyes red and his expression grim. He turned to look out the window at Walter Schmidt.
Their gazes met, and they both understood each other's eyes.
With pursed lips and a cold, handsome face, Walter Schmidt nodded slightly. Elijah Schmidt frowned and turned back with a complex expression.
He remained silent for a while before finally telling his daughter about the illness. Fiona Schmidt listened, stunned, speechless for a long time, her eyes hollow and unfocused, the whole person like a puppet.
"Fiona..." Elijah Schmidt was heartbroken. Even if she cried or had a tantrum, it would be better than this motionless state, which made people more worried.
At that moment, the door of the ICU suddenly opened. Norton Abyss had already seen Elijah Schmidt share the truth from outside, and he rushed in regardless.
He ran to the bedside, Elijah Schmidt stood up to make way, watching the man lift his daughter.
