Layla's POV:
Inside the infirmary.
The doctor carefully examined my mom and confirmed it was just a sprained ankle—nothing serious.
“Thank goodness, I was really scared!” the nurse exclaimed with relief.
“This might be a blessing in disguise,” Bruce said, comforting the nurse. “It’s a reminder to stay more vigilant.”
He gently helped my mom back into her wheelchair.
From their interaction, it was clear that my mom trusted Bruce—they must have known each other for a while.
So, Bruce was the leader of the volunteer organization.
But how could the world be so coincidental?
“I’m sorry… Did I act crazy again? What happened just now?”
My mom asked, her voice shaky with confusion.
To her, it must have felt like she had just woken from a nap, completely unaware of why she was in the inf
