Gerard nodded after hearing her and sent Calvin a message.

Barth might really be in danger this time. It had been several hours, and there was still no news.

At that moment, two figures rushed over.

Lilah was momentarily stunned, hardly believing her eyes.

Wasn't that Joselyn?

"What are you doing here?" Miranda was the first to speak, asking the question.

Joselyn, with Lillie following closely behind, looked like they had hurried over, appearing quite anxious.

"I heard from Lillie that you were at this hospital, so I thought I'd come and see if there's anything I can do to help."

Joselyn's voice was cold and steady, carrying an indescribable elegance, like the resilient pine trees, providing a sense of security.

Yes, a unique sense of security.

A warm feeling surged in Lilah's heart. "Thank you, Aunt Joselyn."

At the mention of "Aunt Joselyn, " a fleeting look of surprise crossed Joselyn's eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

Another hour passed, and Barth was finally wheeled out.

His face was frighteningly pale, his abdomen was swathed in layers of bandages, a haunting testament to his injuries.

Lilah's heart ached terribly, and she felt a deep sense of unease. She instructed the doctor to use the best medication to ensure Barth suffered as little as possible.

"Don't worry, he's out of danger now," Miranda’ said comfortingly.

Lilah nodded, not speaking further.

Standing behind them, Joselyn watched with a probing gaze.

Her life with Lillie had been quite eventful, and she hadn't expected Lilah and Miranda's lives to be so complicated, with so many people and unspeakable stories around them.

It seemed that their journey had been anything but easy.

Thinking of this, Joselyn felt a strange pang of pain in her heart.

She felt sorry for Lillie because she had been abandoned, a poor child with no parents.

But now it seemed that these two girls had faced similar fates.

Joselyn felt a wave of sadness.