Grace Foster's gaze fell on Snowy, the large yellow duck's bill that was tightly closed, and she shuddered with fear, "Grandma, I..."
Mrs. Blake withdrew her gaze without forcing her, so as not to injure the small milk team's Snowy.
The small milk team looked very precious, even when Snowy was sleeping, it had to be hugged.
Mrs. Blake stretched out her hands, first taking the small milk team off the car, then asking, "Grace, is it heavy? I can help you carry it."
"It's not heavy, Snowy is very light." Grace Foster shook her small head and said in a milky voice, "My brothers also say Grace has great strength!"
Mrs. Blake selectively ignored the mention of other Foster family members by the small milk team.
In her opinion, except for the small milk team, all Foster family members were her enemies. Her daughter was lying in a hospital bed in a coma, which was caused by the Foster family.
Mrs. Blake did not insist on helping to carry Snowy, but helped her with the cute piggy backpack.
Although the piggy backpack looked small, it was not light in weight.
Thinking about the small milk team, alone, carrying the backpack, hugging Snowy, walking so far from the bay villa, Mrs. Blake felt heartbroken.
What are the Foster family doing! They don't even know that the small milk team has run away!
A group of stupid Foster family people!
Lou Xi ran to press the elevator button first, and after the old lady brought the little miss into the elevator, she entered the elevator and pressed the top floor.
Grace Foster blinked her round eyes and looked around the elevator.
There was nothing written in the elevator, and in ordinary hospital elevators, there must be a floor guide and a specific distribution of each department in the hospital.
This was the private elevator of the Blake family, which could not be used by outsiders in non-emergency situations.
Mrs. Blake saw her looking around and asked, "Grace, what are you looking for?"
She asked, and Grace Foster honestly asked, "Grandma, what kind of illness do you get to live on the 16th floor?"
Lou Xi's eyelids twitched violently, carefully observing Mrs. Blake's expression.
This question, if asked by someone else, might be thrown out directly.
Mrs. Blake lowered her eyes slightly and explained patiently after a while, "The 16th floor is our private hospital floor. There are no regulations on what kind of illness it is. As long as it is our family member who is sick, they can live on the 16th floor."
This was a fact.
But so far, the 16th floor has only had one patient, Evelyn Blake.
Grace Foster listened attentively but did not get the answer she wanted. She was a bit disappointed but still wanted to know.
After a few seconds of hesitation, she asked softly, "Then what disease did Mama get?"
Mrs. Blake put one hand on her little head and said softly, "I don't know either."
The words "vegetative person" were something Mrs. Blake could not say. She always refused to admit it. Her daughter just slept too much. After she wakes up, she will wake up.
Ding dong—
The elevator arrived at the 16th floor.
The doors on both sides opened.
Lou Xi, who was pressing the open door key, waited until they walked out of the elevator before following them.
The clean white tiles, whitewashed walls, bright white lights, everything in sight was white.
The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol disinfectant.
Mrs. Blake had long been accustomed to it. She looked at the small milk team and quietly instructed Lou Xi, "Go get a mask."
"OK, Grandma."
Lou Xi quickly got a children's mask.
Mrs. Blake squatted down, gently helped Grace Foster put on the mask, and explained softly, "There are a lot of viruses in the hospital, and the smell is too strong. You are a child, and you need to wear a mask."
"Okay!" Grace Foster nodded her small head very obediently.
"Good girl." Mrs. Blake's lips curved up gently.
After putting on the mask, they continued to walk forward.
This floor was so quiet that only their light footsteps could be heard.
There were medical staff, but they were all guarding the only patient room or in the medical staff rest room waiting for instructions.
Grace Foster's small face was covered by a mask, leaving only a pair of round bright eyes exposed.
She looked around and unconsciously lowered her voice, muttering, "Will Mama be scared living here alone?"
Mrs. Blake's footsteps paused slightly, and she asked, "Grace, why do you say that?"
"Because there is no one here, only Mama." Grace Foster bit her lip and looked at the piggy backpack.
She suddenly wanted to stay here and accompany her mother.
There was food and drink in the piggy backpack. She wouldn't go hungry.
Mrs. Blake's heart trembled.
She lowered her eyes slightly and nodded gently, as if to herself, her voice very low, "Yes, only your mother is here. She should... be afraid, I think."
Lou Xi followed them and couldn't hear what the old lady said.
But Grace Foster's hearing was extremely sharp, and she heard it clearly.
Her eyes, which had been uncertain at first, gradually became determined.
Mama is not afraid! Grace accompanies Mama!
Although she has not yet seen her mother.
As they walked halfway down the corridor, they reached the door of Evelyn Blake's patient room.
Mrs. Blake was very familiar with it. She came every day, sometimes more than once a day. But every time she opened this door, she had to prepare herself first.
She took a deep breath, stretched out her hand, and was about to grasp the door handle of the patient room. A hurried footsteps came from the other side of the corridor.
It sounded very urgent.
A woman in a white nurse's uniform ran over quickly. As soon as she received the message, she ran to find the old lady.
"Grandma." The nurse panted and hadn't finished speaking when she received a warning look from the old lady.
The nurse looked down and saw a pair of round eyes.
Guessing that the old lady might not want the child to hear something, the nurse cautiously swallowed her saliva and stepped back to report in a lower voice, "Grandma, there are medical troublemakers at the main gate downstairs. They are... the Foster family, Mr. Foster, and the six young masters of the Foster family."
Grace Foster did not deliberately eavesdrop, but the surroundings were too quiet, and her hearing was too good.
She didn't understand what "medical troublemakers" were, but she understood the latter part of the sentence.
She blinked her round eyes and couldn't hide her surprise, "Po Po is here? The brothers are here too?"
Mrs. Blake glanced coldly at the nurse.
The nurse was about to cry: ...
Was her voice too loud? No, it wasn't!
Lou Xi said at the right time, "Grandma, I'll go downstairs to check."
Mrs. Blake nodded lightly.
Grace Foster watched Lou Xi run towards the elevator and leave, "Grandma, is the big sister going to bring Po Po and the brothers up?"
Mrs. Blake hesitated briefly before meeting Grace Foster's clear, round eyes. She didn't want to explain the complexities of adult relationships to Grace, nor did she want to lie to her. After a few seconds, she responded, "Perhaps, I'm not sure."
Grace didn't press further but continued to glance expectantly at the elevator, eagerly waiting for the rest of her family to arrive. Mrs. Blake hid her emotions and suggested they go inside. Grace immediately focused on the elevator, unable to see the door due to her height.
Mrs. Blake reassured her with a gentle smile and a pat on her head before opening the door to the room. The special room they entered was spacious, like a small home, with a disinfection area at the entrance, a living room with a sofa, TV, and office space, and a wide hallway that could accommodate two moving beds.
Grace scanned the room and then looked at the partially open door of the patient's room. Mrs. Blake placed Grace's pig-shaped backpack on the sofa and asked her to put Snowy down. Grace carefully laid Snowy on the sofa and reassured it as it woke briefly.
Mrs. Blake wiped Grace's hands with a tissue and then led her to the patient's room. The large room had a bright floor-to-ceiling window and was quiet except for the beeps of medical equipment. Grace's hand tightened in Mrs. Blake's as they approached the bed.
Mrs. Blake reassured Grace that her mother was asleep. Grace cautiously approached the bed, stopping at its edge to look at the woman lying there. She resembled Grace, with similar brows and closed eyes, lying still except for the rise and fall of her chest.
Grace whispered "Mommy," feeling a mix of familiarity and strangeness. Mrs. Blake, standing behind Grace, spoke softly to the woman in the bed, hoping for a miracle. But there was no reaction from the woman or the medical equipment.
Mrs. Blake excused herself to the bathroom, trying to compose her emotions. Grace stayed by the bed, holding her mother's hand and wishing she could hear her voice. She imagined what her mother might look like awake and smiling, based on the photos she had seen.
Grace wished her mother could talk to her, even if just for a moment. She expressed her longing quietly, hoping that someday she could hear her mother's voice.