In the corridor of the high-level special needs ward, James and Jean stood facing the window.
The two of them quietly looked into the distance.
Lilia was with Irene, even if they were silent to each other, she still tried to comfort her.
According to Jack's current physical condition, everyone knew very well that his time… was really running out.
"Jean, I want to bring Jack back home to take care of him, what do you think?"
After a long silence, Jean looked to the side, his eyes bloodshot and his voice clearly hoarse. "I have no opinion."
James calmly patted him on the shoulder. "I'll go inside and arrange it, you just rest."
"James, I'm coming with you!"
Irene wiped the corners of her eyes from the side twice, and after taking a deep breath, she hurriedly chased after him.
