Lying on the bed, Heather flipped through the album of Leena's childhood pictures, her innocent smile warmed her heart in a way that the sun never could. Five years after she opened her eyes from the deep coma, she could not hold her heartbreak, presuming the worst possible situation her daughter is living in. But she appeared in front of her, holding a man's hand, like a princess living in royalty. Francis swore to take care of Leena on that day, and he never broke the promise. Speaking of the devil, he doth appear.
''You are still awake?'' Francis glanced at the wall clock. ''It's twelve O clock, Heather. You need to take care of your health.''
''The same applies to you as well.'' Heather pulled him to the bed before he goes into the study room. ''Had your dinner? Did you find anything special today?'' Anticipation increased her pulse to hear his response.
''As usual.'' He replied, sounding normal.
''As usual?'' Heather's shoulders dropped.
