"Sister Charlotte... whose voice was that!?"
Fiona frantically called out to Charlotte, her chubby little face filled with fear.
The voice, sounding like that of an unfamiliar woman, stirred Fiona's dread, raising concerns about her father's condition inside.
Charlotte's apprehension matched Fiona's as she heard the voice emanating from behind their father's room, a fear creeping into her heart just as it had into Fiona's.
However, as the first daughter among triplets, she felt the weight of the responsibility of a big sister, compelling her to suppress all her fears.
"It's okay; don't worry. There might be a guest or someone talking to Daddy. Let's try to listen and figure out whose voice it is." Charlotte stroked Fiona's head gently and spoke softly to calm her, although she adeptly concealed the panic still lingering on her own face from Fiona.
"Okay, sister," Fiona nodded, her small head bobbing, as her fear gradually dissipated.
