Emma Smith's son, and his son, were already born five years ago!
If only... if only he really was his son, how wonderful that would be...
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At the same time, outside the intensive care unit of Ewards' Hospital.
Emma Smith's head was leaning against the door of the ICU, her eyes constantly fixed on Thomas inside.
She looked haggard, her gaze lost, as if she had experienced a huge blow, leaving her with an attitude of both helplessness and coldness.
He quickly walked over: "Emma, Emma?"
"Huh?" She turned her head, and saw Andrew approach, patting her on the shoulder with a concerned expression. "Emma, now that Tommy's surgery is successful, don't worry too much. It's not good to starve yourself. What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."
Emma just shook her head: "I can't eat."
