For a moment, he slowly pulled away from Old Lady Moreland's hand and stretched out toward Amelia Clarke's direction.
Madam Moreland thought he was pointing at the bar behind Amelia Clarke, where the water was being served, and quickly called out, "Quick! Owen wants water, bring over a glass of water!"
Emily Yorke promptly poured a glass of water and handed it over.
Old Lady Moreland took it and fed Owen Moreland with a spoon.
Owen Moreland, however, paid no attention and kept reaching out in that same direction, his pale lips parting slightly as if he was trying to say something, and yet, as if he wasn't.
Everyone was perplexed, not knowing what he was trying to express.
Just when everyone felt helpless, Amelia Clarke suddenly moved.
She walked past everyone and stepped up to the bedside, under the astonished gaze of the crowd, and slowly raised her hand to hold Owen Moreland's outstretched one.
'Drip,' a tear, scalding hot, fell onto the back of Owen Moreland's hand.
