What was so great about her, aside from that slyly charming face?

Oh, right, she was also competing with her for her mother's affection.

Lillie was very angry and felt a sense of crisis.

Perhaps only if Lilah were out of the picture could she have her mother's love all to herself and a chance to get close to Gerard.

That night, Lilah tossed and turned, unable to sleep, with Joselyn's smile and voice constantly replaying in her mind.

Over the past few days, she and Miranda had been on an emotional rollercoaster, almost at a loss for what to do.

“What's wrong?" Gerard, also not asleep, turned over and pulled her into his arms, a cool minty scent wafting from him.

Lilah spoke softly, "I'm fine, just worried that Miranda might have a hard time accepting this reality."

Gerard sighed gently, "I think you're overthinking it. Your sister isn't as fragile as you imagine."

Just as Lilah was about to respond, she suddenly felt a dull, indescribable pain at the back of her head, as if someone had hit her there.

The pain was fleeting, lasting only a few seconds, so she didn't dwell on it.

Gerard comforted her a bit more, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, when Lilah got up, Miranda had already prepared breakfast for everyone. The spread was quite abundant, with steamed dumplings, buns, seafood porridge, and Lilah's favorite, cold beef salad.

"Sis, let's take it to the hospital and eat with them," Miranda suggested.

Lilah couldn't refuse and agreed.

On the way, she told Miranda about her and Gerard's plan to return home, seeking her opinion.

Miranda didn't respond immediately, saying she still wanted to give it another try.

Lilah respected her decision. Passing by a mall, Lilah got out to buy a few things as gifts for Joselyn.

They soon arrived at the hospital.

Lillie wasn't in the ward; the nurse said Joselyn had taken her out to the grass to enjoy the sun.

Lilah and Miranda went to find them.

"Mom, take a picture of me, quick, quick, there's a butterfly!"

Lillie was happily running and jumping on the grass, her face beaming with joy.

Joselyn stood nearby, sometimes squatting down, sometimes standing up, striking various poses to capture her daughter's most lively moments.