The door was opened and the trio walked in. Silvia's eyes gazed intently at Davian who was on a bed, a drip connected to his arm as he slept peacefully on the bed.
"What are you doing here? Huh?" Elizabeth asked, fuming at the just the sight of Silvia.
"Elizabeth calm down. You better calm down, none of these was my daughter's fault, so don't pin the blame on her," Janet answered.
"That's easy for you to say. Your daughter isn't the one on the sick bed!" Elizabeth snapped at Janet.
"I know how you feel, I've been through this too because my daughter was also kidnapped at a younger age. So I understand you," Janet responded.
"I'm really not surprised. So please I beg of you for the second time, don't drag my son into any of your families' mess with anyone," Elizabeth pleaded.
"Mrs Randell, it's okay. Please let Silvia see him, she really cares about him. And you? You need to go home and get some rest. Stressing yourself won't help you at all," Cia said.
