"How are you feeling?" Orson asked worriedly as he sat next to Calista.
Calista looked at the man she once loved or probably still does otherwise she wouldn't be tolerating him that much like that and smiled at him reassuringly, "I am doing well."
Orson looked at her skeptically and didn't bother to hide it.
She clicked her tongue at him, finding his reaction a bit too much. Nonetheless, she stretched her hand towards him and, as if he was on cue, he naturally took it and felt her pulse.
Calista let Orson, the godly doctor look at her meanwhile the brothers were watching the familiar scene with relish.
"Mother! Father!" suddenly the girls excited calling sounded in everyone's ears while Orson was in the middle of checking Calista.
Calista beamed as she turned her head to look at the girls she loved so much and waved at them with her free hand, earning a cold glare from Orson.
