"Really? Brother Baron will come to see me? When is he coming?" Wendy Hanson's eyes lit up as she grabbed Mother Hanson's hand, asking nervously.
Mother Hanson, "I don't know either, he should be coming soon. Your Grandpa has been out for a while, he should be back."
Wendy released Mother Hanson's hand in excitement, pacing back and forth in the hospital room, "Mom, do I look pale now? Should I put on a face mask or some makeup? How about I change my clothes? Where's the nurse? Mom, quickly have someone go buy me a new outfit."
Mother Hanson didn't expect her to be so excited and held her back, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't forget what you promised me. As long as President Lawrence comes to see you, you need to obediently cooperate with the doctor's surgery, remember?"
Wendy broke free of her hold, "I know, once he comes to see me, I'll say what I need to say and then have the surgery. Don't worry."
