Compared to Rona Muir's unreliable shopping spree, Cecilia Gu was much more rational.
It's not that Cecilia chose cheap things—she just bought only what was really needed, not a pile of luxury goods.
Most of it was for the children, anyway.
Honestly, Cecilia didn't need to worry about any of this at all.
Charles Yin and Earl Field had already arranged for everything to be fully prepared.
But Cecilia just felt she could only be at ease if she handled it herself.
Everyone had plenty of things anyway, so nobody minded. As long as Cecilia was happy, they let her do as she pleased.
Cecilia and Rona spent two days shopping before they finally got everything.
Miles Gu was getting better and better. Jiro Hirayama and Dr. Felix Field spent hours working together and finally calculated when Miles would wake up.
To wait for Miles to wake up, everyone put aside what they were doing and gathered here just for him.
Cecilia was the most nervous of all.
Even though everyone kept assuring her Miles was fine, Cecilia still couldn't relax.
She couldn't be at peace until Miles opened his eyes and called her 'Mom.'
There was a countdown clock in the room. As the seconds ticked by, Cecilia felt her heart climbing into her throat.
Miles, please wake up soon.
Even if it means your mom has to beg you...
Actually, Cecilia wasn't the only one who was nervous. There was a whole group of people waiting outside the door.
They were all filled with nervous anticipation.
Jiro Hirayama, dressed in a white lab coat, stood in front of a machine, closely monitoring Miles's vital signs.
When it comes to human research, nobody here was more skilled than Jiro Hirayama.
The Grant Family specializes in medicine and healing, but Jiro Hirayama's expertise lies in creating deadly tools.
That's why Jiro Hirayama knew better than anyone where the human body's limits were.
The countdown finally entered its last five minutes.
After confirming Miles's condition one last time, Jiro Hirayama took out a vial and expertly injected it into Miles's body.
Seeing Jiro Hirayama inject something into Miles, Cecilia instantly grabbed Charles Yin's arm in panic.
Charles Yin gently patted Cecilia's hand. "Don't worry, that's just a medication to end the sleep. It won't have any side effects on Miles. It'll help him wake up faster."
Rona Muir was nervous too, her eyes glued to Jiro Hirayama's hands.
Ever since that drunken night in Capital City, when she slept with Jiro Hirayama, he seemed to have awakened—now he chased after Rona every day and wouldn't let go.
Strangest of all, the entire Hirayama Family actually approved of this?
OMG!
How much did they want Jiro Hirayama to finally become a normal person?
That day, Rona Muir was worried about Miles and blurted out to Jiro Hirayama that if he cured Miles, she'd accept his pursuit.
Um... Is it too late to take that back now?
Earl Field stood still, his red eyes fixed on the little figure in the bed.
No one noticed the complicated look that flashed through Earl Field's eyes.
The child lying in the bed wasn't just his descendant, but also the heir to the Field Family.
But he was created in Earl Field's most desperate, difficult circumstances—a life born out of necessity.
Miles's existence seemed to constantly remind Earl Field of what happened to him in Myanmar.
If it weren't for... he would never have let Miles return to the Field Family.
Time kept ticking away—the countdown had entered its final minute.
Cecilia, anxious, leaned into Charles Yin's embrace, nervously clutching his fingers.
She was so worried, so afraid that if the countdown ended and Miles didn't open his eyes, she might just break down.
Ethan Yin and Duke Field Sr. stood together. Ethan held a newly acquired plush toy, grasped Duke Field Sr.'s finger, and silently watched from outside.
Normally, Ethan was playful and lively, but now he was as quiet as if he wasn't even a three-year-old.
The strength of the Yin Family's genes was evident at this moment.
When faced with major events, they remained unusually calm.
Duke Field Sr. grew even more fond of this child.
Usually, he's as mischievous as a little monkey, but when it comes to serious matters, he's steady and composed.
Only true aristocrats could raise a child like this.
Duke Field Sr. appreciated Charles Yin even more.
Miles had lived with him for three years and seemed to have learned a lot.
These were all qualities required of nobility. The Yin Family had clearly done right by the Field Family in raising the child.
The countdown began.
Nineteen, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
The clock stopped with a click.
Everyone outside felt their hearts jump into their throats.
Miles, lying in bed, fluttered his eyelashes. After a moment of stillness, the trembling grew quicker.
Three seconds later, his beautiful long lashes parted like butterfly wings.
His already lovely eyes now looked even more exquisite and noble. The red irises seemed even more striking.
Once Miles opened his eyes, everyone moved faster, taking a blood sample for another test.