In the hospital.
"Her hand has already moved, so why hasn't she woken up yet?" Lucas Scott stood in front of Stella York's sickbed and asked in a deep voice.
A few experts had gathered together, consecutively doing checkups on Stella York.
But after the system checkups, they all just shook their heads.
"Mr. Scott, Mrs. Scott's condition is probably not as optimistic as we hoped. With her current body functions, I'm afraid it's very difficult for her to wake up immediately..."
As soon as the leading expert spoke, Lucas Scott's facial expression swiftly darkened.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I saw her finger move with my own eyes. When she heard our daughter's cry, her hand moved. She can hear us talking and can respond, so why won't she wake up?"
Lucas Scott's rebellious eyes narrowed, coldly interrupting the doctor's words.
