After lunch, Celia and Jordy went home, and Henry Ruiz said that he would inform them once the surgery time was confirmed.
On the way back, Jordy couldn't help but ask, "Is it that my test results aren't good?"
"No. Uncle Henry said you have a blood clot in your brain that needs to be removed, and you might regain your memory after that. Are you afraid of having surgery?" Celia pulled the car over to the side, not wanting to discuss such a serious issue while driving.
"I'm not afraid. I know you will always be with me, and you don't have to be afraid either. I think Uncle Henry is still trustworthy, right?" Jordy said calmly.
Unable to hold back any longer, Celia rushed over and hugged him tightly. Her hot tears slid into Jordy's neck, "Promise me, once the surgery is successful, and your memory is restored, no matter what you remember, give me a chance to explain, okay?"
Celia was truly afraid, and she had many fears.
