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Amelia woke up physically in bed that day, but her soul didn't return until she was at the bathroom door.

The weak Christopher Robinson of the past was gone, and in front of Amelia now was a vigorous and confident titan of industry.

In the hospital room, Amelia hugged the quilt as she sat on the bed with her legs crossed. She buried both hands in her hair, emanating a palpable gloominess from head to toe.

As Christopher emerged from the bathroom, Amelia glanced at him: "Has President Robinson finally given up on your brother?"

Brother?

Christopher was not a surfing master, and he rarely had contact with teenagers in his daily life.

Every day, he either attended social events or indulged in intellectual battles with a group of seniors.

Amelia's mocking comment today made him think for a while.

Shit?

Was she cursing him?