"Cat, hug..." Gigi was the most careless one, cooing sweetly in her baby voice.
Enna Clark picked her up and noticed she had gained quite a bit of weight. Looking at her cheeks, they had returned to their round and plump appearance, unlike the time when she cried nonstop and had become so skinny from all the crying.
"Mr. Harris, about Gigi..."
"Ah, Young Master Westbrook mentioned that the little Miss has gotten a lot better these past few days and hasn't been as clingy to Young Master Westbrook. But she still likes Young Master Westbrook a lot."
Lyle Westbrook...
Only then did Enna Clark remember that ever since she arrived in Country W, there had been no news from Lyle Westbrook's side.
Nobody told her how Lyle Westbrook was doing.
Whether he had woken up or how his recovery was going.
"Has he... woken up?"
Baron Lawrence's chest suddenly felt tight, and an unpleasant feeling arose.
Dammit!
Did Enna Clark think he was dead?
