章 94: The Children of Azalea (2)

"Jaya, it's me," Mihail entered the room, interrupting his sister from reading reports. It has been three days since they arrived, and both of them spent all day at their mother's house. Thanks to their care, the environment got a lot better.

"How is she?" He asked, as he put the papers down and went to the bedside with the bouquet of primroses. The small plants were considered wildflowers, not suited to be grown in elegant gardens, but their mother loved them.

The woman on the bed looked very peaceful. After feeding her tonic made from 'the Tear of Noir' several times, the colour returned to her face and her breathing got a bit stronger, although she was still in a coma.