---- Chapter 215 Jenna walked in with a bouquet and explained the moment she stepped through the door, "Zelda went to pick up Ethan. James merely glanced at her, saying nothing. Jenna walked over to the bedside and placed the bouquet on the nightstand. She gazed at Wendy, sighing. "Wendy always loved lilies. It's a shame she'll never get to see such beautiful flowers again. I just hope she can still smell their fragrance." James was visibly upset.

"She still has a chance of waking up." Jenna cleared her throat. "I misspoke. But... with Wendy not waking up after all this time, I just wonder-" "What are you trying to say?" James looked at her, his gaze cold and sharp. Jenna bit her lip, her eyes instantly turning red-rimmed. " Even though Wendy has always misunderstood me deeply , I'm still really worried about her." James's expression softened slightly. "Her condition isn't ideal, but there's still hope. You don't need to worry too much.

"Ts that so?" she asked sadly. Though inside, she was practically beaming with joy. Jenna lowered her head, hiding her smile. Letting Wendy live without dignity didn't seem so bad. A woman in a vegetative ---- state could never compare to her. "James, don't be too upset. Wendy has always been blessed. Things always go her way. I'm sure she'll wake up eventually." Jenna rested her hand on James's shoulder, leaning closer to him.

Feigning concern, she probed gently, trying to uncover the truth about Wendy's condition . So, Wendy really might never wake up. James' unique woody scent drifted into her nose, and she greedily inhaled it. It signified that he would be hers alone. Yet, James didn't say a word, not even noticing Jenna's closeness . His brow furrowed deeply as he stared at Wendy, clearly not convinced by Jenna's words. 'The more worried James became, the happier Jenna felt.

Early the next morning, James arrived at the hospital as usual. Just as he stepped off the elevator , he was met with a chaotic scene in the hallway. Chris and Mary were being held back by security guards outside the ward, while nurses and patients were shouting about calling the police. Frowning deeply, James made his way toward the crowd. As soon as James appeared, the chaos quieted down significantly. He stood between Chris and Mary and the security guards.

He asked icily, "What's going on?" Aziel wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightened his disheveled white coat, and said, "Dr. Sanders! parents want ---- me to issue a death certificate. But she isn't dead at all. How am I supposed to do that?" James's eyes sharpened as he glanced toward Jenna, who was standing beside Mary. "Do you know anything about this?" Jenna's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly nodded. "I know. But my parents were just too worried about Wendy.

They made a mistake because of that."" After speaking, Jenna turned to explain to Mary, "Mom, Dad, it's all my fault for not making things clear. Wendy is just ina coma, not dead. Please stop saying otherwise." Mary felt Jenna pinch her arm hard and immediately broke down crying. "I know, I know... It's not that I don't know. I just wanted to hear the doctor tell me that Wendy isn't dead yet.

If Wendy were gone, what would Chris and I do?" Without showing it openly, she tugged gently on Chris's sleeve. Chris immediately understood, sighing as he said, "Exactly. Nobody is willing to hear the news that their daughter is dead.