Wasn't she in a vegetative state? How can her hand move?
As if to answer her, Amanda Leaford's fingers moved again.
This time, Amelia Collins saw it clearly. She didn't see it wrong, Amanda really moved!
"Someone come! Quickly! Mrs. Thompson is moving!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the servants who were standing outside rushed in like a swarm.
Mrs. Thompson is moving!
Ma'am is waking up!
The servants' faces were filled with surprise and joy.
"You go and inform the Thompson family, I'll give her a massage!" Amelia Collins made a quick decision. She strode over to Amanda Leaford's side, rubbing her hands and feet.
Having studied nursing, she knew that besides needing someone to constantly call out to coma patients, they also needed massages to avoid cell necrosis.
Amelia Collins rubbed Amanda Leaford's hand, and as she did so, Amanda's hand gripped hers back.
Amelia Collins jolted, her eyes widening as they met Amanda's beautiful eyes.
"Who are you?"
