"Yvonne, please, don't scare me." Joe hesitated as he reached for her hand, afraid that he might frighten her, and pulled back.

Yvonne giggled absentmindedly. "I'm not Yvonne. I'm Little Sister." She got out of bed and wandered over to the couch.

She picked up a cup of water from the table, not even aware of how long it had been sitting there or who had drunk from it. Joe hurried over and snatched the cup away. Yvonne looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

Joe quickly fetched a fresh cup, his voice soft and soothing. "Here, take this. You want some water, right? I'll pour it for you."

"Water, I want water," she said in a childlike tone, completely unaware of how deeply it pained Joe to see her like this.

The sight of her, so lost and broken, made his chest ache. He regretted not stopping Winona when he had the chance. He blamed himself for what had happened to Yvonne. Gently brushing her hair from her forehead, a thought began to form in Joe's mind. He wanted to keep Yvonne by his side.

away before Nina could intervene. But things didn't go

commotion. Seeing the evaluation report on the

you out of your mind?" Nina's anger flared, though her own condition made her

the report, reading it again and again, desperate to deny what was right in front of

with sarcasm. "Don't act like the hero now. If you'd let her go sooner, none of this would've happened."

down. But the more he said it, the heavier it felt, especially under the scorn in Nina's eyes. At that moment, he realized just how pathetic he had

through his act, scoffing, "Don't even bother. Yvonne's my responsibility now. I'll be the one to take

care of yourself,

had even arrived in a wheelchair today. She wasn't

replied calmly, "I can hire help. Whatever Yvonne needs, I'll provide it. No

too? But this isn't about that. Taking care of her personally shows real

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