---- Chapter 208 Yara hesitated , glancing at Liam, as if debating whether to say more. "T know that Wendy leaving the Frank family had everything to do with her." Having stepped out of the ward, Liam was now back to his usual calm demeanor. Yara nodded. "Yes. When I found Dr. Sanders' son today, she insisted on coming no matter what. I knew right away that she didn't have good intentions." She sighed. "Dr. Sanders is such a good person.

I don't understand what these people are thinking , to hurt her like this. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole thing has something to do with that woman." Liam's eyes darkened slightly. "Do you have any proof?" "On the way here, Jenna kept telling Ethan that Wendy was going to die. If I hadn't stepped in to explain, that boy would've passed out from fright. And she doesn't care about Ethan, either. It's like she wants him to be miserable." "Tunderstand.

I'll report this to the police. Thank you for everything today," Liam said sincerely. "It's nothing. I'm Dr. Sanders' friend, too. It's only right that I help her." ---- As they spoke, the two walked toward the office of the attending physician, Aziel. By noon, Wendy still hadn't shown any sign of waking up. Ethan, exhausted from crying, had fallen asleep beside her. At the sound of the door opening, he jolted awake and grabbed her hand. "Mommy." Jenna stepped in carrying a thermal lunchbox.

When she saw that scene, a flash of malice crossed her eyes. "James, Ethan, you've both been here all morning. Why don't you eat something and take a short break? I'll stay with her this afternoon." She placed the steaming food on the table, her expression full of concern. But Ethan ignored her, still clutching onto Wendy and refusing to let go. "Mommy, please wake up. Mommy, I miss you." James didn't even turn his head. "You should leave." Jenna's hand paused. Her brow creased slightly.

"James, you've been up all night. If you don't rest, your body won't hold up. Ethan's just a kid. Letting him cry like this isn't good either." "T said, leave!" James snapped, losing his patience. Her face flickered with panic, and her hands moved stiffly as she tried to tidy the meal. ---- "If she woke up and saw how worn out you both are, she'd be heartbroken." Jenna forced the words out, unwilling to leave. Silence fell over the room. Her voice trembled faintly. "I'm worried too, James.

Please, just eat a little something with Ethan. Okay?" Her gentle tone softened the sterile, tense atmosphere of the hospital room. Ethan finally turned to look at her. "Auntie Jenna. Mommy will get better, right?" "Of course she will."' Jenna stepped forward and, seizing the moment, lifted him from the bed. "If you eat well, Mommy will be happy, and she'll wake up soon." She looked at James as she spoke, but his expression made her heart skip. The comforting words became stuck in her throat.

James was watching her coldly, his eyes filled with suspicion and scrutiny. Jenna forced out a mild smile. "James, you're his dad. You should set a good example. Don't worry. She'll definitely wake up." She didn't know if Ethan had said something to trigger that look in his eyes, but it unsettled her. James said nothing, but walked over to the table. "Ethan, eat properly." Athis words, Ethan obediently sat down and picked up his ---- utensils, though his eyes kept drifting toward the hospital bed.