Good news arrived early in the morning. Loak was transferred from the ICU into a regular ward.

My father insisted on going to see him. His spirits seemed much better today. His eyes looked exceptionally bright.

So, I had to have the special guard bring a wheelchair and personally wheel my father to see Loak. After all, my father's life had been saved by Loak and his sister.

Last night, my father told me that if it hadn't been for this child's quick thinking, there wouldn't have been a chance to escape.

When we arrived at Loak's ward, doctors and nurses were examining him. Atlas and Cane were also present.

When Anya saw me coming in, she rushed to my side and said, "Madam, the doctor said he'll be fine!"

"Of course, he'll get better soon!" I smiled at her and spoke reassuringly. She looked delighted. I wanted to say a lot to her, but our language barrier prevented us from speaking openly.

Atlas approached me and said, "After the doctors finish their check-up, let's go back to Fre