Doctor Evans could only stare at her young patient who was sleeping weakly. She knew Clara since childhood as a passionate child. A child who thought her life was perfect like a princess in a fairy tale.
Not long after, the patient who had been asleep woke up with a pale face. "Doctor Andrea?" asked Clara, calling Doctor Evans by her first name.
"Clara, are you awake?" asked Doctor Evans nervously. "I'm grateful! You've been unconscious for four hours. Patrick and Linda were really worried about how you were doing."
Clara smiled weakly. "Is it true that my dad is worried about my condition?" Clara asked curiously.
Doctor Evans smiled and nodded. "Sure. He's your father, right?"
"I think it's good to be sick," Clara joked lightly. "My dad is concerned about me," Clara added with a sincere smile.
Doctor Evans forced a smile. If Clara knew what she was going through, surely she would hate Patrick mercilessly.
