After hanging up the phone, Michael stretched out his hand to help Wendy. He then said in a very gentle tone, "Wendy, let's go. Mr. York will pick us up downstairs. We will go back by helicopter, and soon we will see Leah and Jake."
Wendy stood up, but she didn't move her feet.
"What's the matter, Wendy? What's wrong?" Michael looked at her worriedly.
At this time, any move by Wendy made Michael frightened.
"Michael, that letter was really sent by mistake, right?" Wendy's eyes were red.
She turned to look at Michael as if she was waiting for Michael's affirmative answer.
"Yes, it was the wrong one," Michael nodded and followed Wendy's words to comfort her. "Shall we leave here first? Don't you miss Leah and Jake? They miss you too; we will go back soon. And we will see them soon."
"It was the wrong one, it was the wrong one," Wendy whispered in a low voice, over and over again.
