"Jack, I know you're worried about me, I know I might be acting a bit rash, but I want to go home."
"Because I don't like the hospital, I don't like the environment there, and I don't like those cold machines."
"I like bright colors, I like lively places, I know I'm sick and need to stay in the hospital, but I'd rather have you all by my side."
"We can visit you at the hospital after school," Jack looked up at Grace.
"But even if you come to see me at the hospital every day, how long can you stay with me?" Grace blinked.
"Plus, since I'm staying in the hospital, Dad and Mommy don't have time for work anymore, Mommy has already spent a lot of time with me."
Speaking of which, Grace turned her head to look at Charlotte.
In fact, Charlotte's phone had been flashing continuously during the time she had been accompanying Grace.
Charlotte gently touched her smooth long hair, a tinge of distress passing through her eyes.
