Even though I had calmed down, I still felt a lingering fear that gave me nightmares, too. My anxiety from the ordeal hung over me like a dark cloud.

Ryan and Eleanor went to the capital instead of me. Before they left, Ryan comforted me, telling me to take a break from work. Ava's well-being was the most important thing. We needed to make sure she fully recovered.

In the following days, I stayed by Ava's side, unwilling to leave.

However, her condition didn't improve. She would cry and fuss whenever she fell asleep. If she didn't see Atlas, she would cry her heart out, and I couldn't console her.

Several times, Atlas rushed back from the company for her.

My mom felt guilty about Ava's condition. She would secretly cry when Ava was upset. Her spirits had taken a downturn.

Both my dad and Atlas tried to comfort her, saying it was an accident. Even if we were more careful, it could still happen.

My mom remained depressed. When Ava cried, she would clutch her head in agony. I was