"Jack.. Where is he?" That was the first question that popped into Marcel's mind.
Hearing her grandson's question, Lilian immediately burst into tears that she had been trying so hard to hold back. Not long after, several doctors came to check Marcel's condition. He had regained consciousness after the surgery. But until several hours later, Marcel had not received an answer from his grandmother regarding the whereabouts of his brother.
Marcel swallowed his tasteless porridge. Beside him, his grandmother was peeling an orange for him. He glanced at Lilian with a suspicious face. He knew his grandmother so well that he could clearly feel when the green-eyed old woman was sad. Even on the old face, it looked like she was holding back tears.
"Where's Jack, Grandma?" Marcel asked again. He knew something was wrong.
