The other side.
Lucas Scott had just returned to his Room, and as he reached to loosen his tie, he sat down beside Stella York, gazing at her serene sleeping face.
In his mind, the image of Isla's adorable face flashed by.
He extended his hand, holding Stella York's hand to his own lips.
"Isla asked me today if she was the Troublemaker who turned you into a vegetative person." Lucas Scott's magnetic Voice was soft, as if recounting something that happened in daily life.
It also felt like a normal conversation between Husband and Wife.
He didn't see Stella York as a vegetative person, but as a living individual.
Someone who could hear him speak, someone who could listen to his inner thoughts.
"Stella York, how much longer do you plan on sleeping? Do you know, Isla asks me several times every day when Mom will wake up. You gave birth to her with all your might. Are you really planning to never open your Eyes and look at her for the rest of your life?"
