When Luna woke up once again, it was already the next morning.
Gwen, who had been watching over her the entire night, was forcefully taken away by Luke.
At that moment, it was Anne who sat at her bedside.
Anne sighed helplessly as she saw Luna stirred from slumber, standing up to gently tuck her in.
Anne calmly sighed before casting Luna a considerate gaze. “How are you right now? Are you feeling better? I know—you’ve lost a son. You won’t be able to recover from the grief so soon, but…“
Anne took a deep breath.
“Luna, although you’ve lost two children, you have another two waiting for you. You need to buck up, get well, and live for them. If you can’t get well, how do you expect Nigel and Nellie…to do the same?“
Luna lowered her head and drank some water. Her tears fell into her cup.
“I know. I’ll try to get better soon and help them both.“
Luna understood very well that the triplets shared a close, intertwined bond.
Nigel was terminally ill, Nellie never was physically healthy, and Neil died protecting Nellie.
If she did not feel better and recover quickly in the shortest time possible, Nigel and Nellie’s situation would only worsen.
Luna closed her eyes. The recording that Joshua played for her in the cemetery the day before rang in her ears.
Neil wanted her to help Nigel as best as she could as well as take good care of Nellie.
This was his dying wish. How could Luna disappoint Neil because of her problems?
At that thought, Luna picked up the cup of water and downed the warm water in one go.
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