Zoey's POV
It had been a week since Matteo was rescued from the basement, but he still hadn't woken up, which was driving me crazy with worry.
I was anxious and helpless, could only silently pray in my heart, hoping he would wake up soon.
That day, as usual, after completing the design drafts in the studio, I hurried to the hospital.
As soon as I entered the ward, I saw Matteo looking towards the door.
I was taken aback at first, then quickly walked up and called out excitedly, "Grandpa?"
"Zoey."
I was overjoyed and tearful, "Grandpa, do you still remember me?"
"Of course, how could I forget my dear granddaughter."
I tentatively asked, "Do you still remember the past?"
Matteo thought for a moment, "Seems like I can't quite remember."
I asked again, "Grandpa, do you remember who
