Grace Thompson's hand, which had been gripping Charlotte Thompson's wrist, finally relaxed at this time.
As long as she could go home, that would be good.
After a while, seeing that her daughter's condition had improved considerably, Charlotte personally held Grace in her arms and took her home.
The children, who had been giggling and laughing on the way, quieted down, each of them looking at Grace with great concern.
Grace obediently leaned into Charlotte's embrace, and seeing the concerned looks of those around her, the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile.
"You don't have to worry, I feel much better now."
However, Grace's words only pushed the children deeper into silence.
Charlotte, with her arm around her, was about to say something when Jack Thompson suddenly spoke up.
"Why do you have to go home?
Jack's voice drew everyone's attention to him.
He hung his head slightly, but the hand by his side was clenched into a fist.
