"The old man is waking up!" Sabrina cried out behind me, rushing over in ecstatic surprise to check on Maxwell.
I was immediately shoved aside, left to watch her hover anxiously.
Thankfully, Ferris was right behind me. He extended his long arm and pulled me flush against him, catching my waist so I wouldn't lose my balance.
The monitor's fluctuations continued, and Sabrina's voice grew louder and more frantic. "Dad, hurry up and open your eyes! It's your daughter!"
Mr. Fletcher hurried in with the medical staff from the Greenwood Care Center, prompting Ferris and me to consciously step out of the room to await the final verdict.
Sabrina seemed exceptionally agitated, pacing relentlessly back and forth outside the door.
Jada stayed by her side, clearly more worried about Sabrina's state than anything else. "Mimi, don't worry. Maxwell is blessed; he'll be fine. I'm sure he'll wake up completely safe and sound."
"Please, God, Jesus, Amen, all the angels above... please keep Maxwell safe and let him wake up so our family of four can finally live a good life..." Sabrina was grasping at straws, praying to every Western and Eastern deity she could think of.
But when she uttered the phrase 'family of four', it felt as if something had violently slammed into my chest, leaving me reeling.
Did her version of a 'family of four' actually include me?
The thought had barely formed before I ruthlessly snuffed it out.
Growing up, I had been little more than Sabrina's servant, merely fostered by the Hayes family. Although nominally considered a daughter of the Hayes Estate, both of us knew better than anyone that I was never truly one of them.
Her so-called family of four definitely excluded me.



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Story is fine but...Oh god! Such a slow and dragging story. She is always fainting or confused. Has no backbone, very irritating story. Better to avoid...