Meanwhile, in the VIP ward at Skrix Hospital, Tilda sat near the bed that her mother laid on, having just adjusted her blanket for her.

Sadly, her mother still hadn't woken up from her coma.

However, the doctor had informed her that, lately, some positive signs had begun to come up.

A major one was that her fingers moved from time to time. There was a high possibility that she would wake up anytime soon.

The news had gladdened Tilda's heart. After waiting for so long, she would finally be able to talk with her mother.

When Tilda was very young, her mother had been involved in an accident, and considering how long ago this happened, Tilda barely had any real-life memories of her mother.

But, fortunately for her, her mother had used a video camera to chronicle her growth and little milestones from the moment she was born.

The videos showed a loving mother who was beautiful and possessed a gentle soul. Anytime she watched any of the videos, Tilda could feel her mother's love wrapping around her.

If it weren't for the accident, she would have lived a wondrous childhood.

“It's been so long, Mom. I miss you a lot. So, please wake up soon, okay?"

Tilda murmured as she held her mother's hand.

In the videos, her hair was pitch black. But now, it had turned grey.

"Please wake up soon, okay? You, Tilda, and I will then be able to play together. I'm going to give you a leg massage now as a gift,"

Sheldon said, then stood on tiptoe, and began to use his small fists to massage Tilda's mother's legs.

Tilda couldn't help but smile as she watched Sheldon massage her mother's legs. She playfully lifted him, placed him on her lap, and tenderly pinched his delicate face.

"You're so lovely."

Sheldon chuckled, placed a hand on Tilda's face, and said, “You have a beautiful smile, Tilda. You should spend every day being happy.”

Tilda lightly scoffed and shook her head. "Don't talk gibberish to strangers, okay? Otherwise, I'll be unhappy!"

The little boy shook his head vigorously and said, “Don't you Like that gentleman? I mean, since you like me and he is as handsome as me, does that mean you also like him?"

Tilda shook her head and tapped at his nose. “I don't like anyone else besides you."