Aldana Candi was in a coma for a week before she woke up.
"You're awake?"
She heard Hilary Candi's voice.
She slowly turned her head to look at her, Hilary Candi's face gradually becoming clear from blurry in her sight.
She looked at her for a while, slightly opened her mouth, but still did not speak, only let out a soft sigh.
"Steven Balance and Eric Candi have both gone out, they asked me to come and take care of you," Hilary Candi said, looking at her.
The sunlight outside the window was a bit glaring, Aldana Candi gently closed her eyes, saying nothing.
She was very tired, as if she had walked for a day and a night, every inch of muscle in her body was exhausted, she couldn't even lift a finger.
After a long while, she finally said softly, "You can leave."
Hilary Candi seemed surprised that she was so calm, her expression froze momentarily, then she pursed her lips and said, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"You can leave."
