The ward was well-lit, with a view of the garden outside the French windows.
Bruce sat in a wheelchair, his gaze hazy and vacant as he looked out the window.
"Dad," Sabrina covered her lips, unable to believe her eyes as she looked at her father.
His hair was white, and the once bright eyes now lacked any shine.
"Dad, do you remember me?"
It seemed as though Bruce hadn't heard Sabrina's voice at all, showing no reaction.
Nicole hesitated to approach.
"Bruce is not very lucid, don't be too upset."
Sabrina nodded, but a bitter feeling could not help but rise in her heart.
Zoya, with her twin ponytails swaying, took a few steps forward, wanting to see Bruce.
Kevin reached out to stop her, whispering, "Not now, wait till Mom calm down."
Zoya pouted, obediently staying in place.
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