Just as Alya was about to continue, Charles heard footsteps at the door. Turning his head, he saw the bandaged man's mother walking over with a basket in her hand.
"Governor, are you here to see West too?" Elena smiled and nodded to Charles.
"I'm the reason your son is like this. Don't you hate me?" Charles was puzzled by her attitude.
The aged Elena shook her head. "Please, don't think that. I did blame you at first, but now... I think this life is actually much better. West no longer recognizes me, it's true, but he doesn't have to go on dangerous voyages anymore. I no longer have to live in constant fear that my son won't return."
"And his condition is so much better. He's willing to chat with me now, and he even calls me 'ma'am.' Look, I've brought him his favorite food." Smiling, Elena carried her basket toward the patient's room.
