Alya was about to continue speaking when Charles heard footsteps at the door.
Turning his head, he saw his bandaged mother, carrying a basket, walking toward him.
"Governor, are you also here to see West?" Elena nodded with a smile toward Charles.
"I've caused your son to end up like this—don't you hate me?" Charles found her attitude strange.
The elderly Elena shook her head, "Please don't take it wrong, at first, I did blame you, but now, I feel that this kind of life is actually quite good. Although West no longer recognizes me, he no longer has to venture out to sea, and I don't have to constantly worry whether my child will return."
"Besides, his condition has improved a lot compared to before. Now he even wants to chat with me and even calls me 'madam.' Look, I brought him his favorite food." Elena said with a smile, then walked toward West's bandaged sickroom with her basket.
