It was Winston's voice.

Madeline quickly turned to the side and stood behind the wall.

With her gaze low, she saw Jackson blinking beside her while looking at her questioningly with his big, pure, and clean eyes. Madeline suddenly felt as if she had done something wrong and her cheeks became slightly warm.

"Mommy, what are you doing? Why aren’t you going in to see Daddy?" the little guy asked innocently.

A touch of ruddiness appeared on Madeline's fair cheeks. "Your dad seems to have woken up, so I won’t go in."

"Why?" Jackson fluttered his big lively eyes, not understanding.

Madeline bent over and touched Jackson’s head while smiling softly. “Jack, you’re still young and don’t understand many things. Mom is a little tired and wants to sleep a little longer. You can go in and see your father, but please don't tell him that I was here."

The little guy was now even more confused but nodded obediently.

Madeline returned to the ward and lay down quietly.

Recalling the moment when