[Margaret's POV]
Donald seemed just as surprised as I was that I guessed correctly, a hint of astonishment in his eyes, before it turned into a look of happiness.
Licia's eyes were brimming with laughter when she looked at me, but I didn't miss the fleeting scrutiny deep within them. When it came to matters related to Donald, I was exceptionally sensitive, even in my current state of serious injury.
"How do you know who I am when you've only just woken up?" she asked.
With Donald's help, I shifted my numb body and raised my eyes to meet Licia's upon hearing her question.
It seemed she didn't necessarily need my answer. After asking her question, she slowly curved her lips into a smile and continued, "Did Donald tell you about me? He rarely speaks of me in front of others. This child has always been so steady and mature since he was young."
"That's not true! Donald holds a lot of love and respect for you in his heart."
