Zoe Lewis kneeled there, tears falling heavily on the ground, quickly forming a small puddle.
In her life, the greatest blessing was meeting a family like the Left family.
If it were other parents, they wouldn't comfort her; it would be good enough if they didn't beat or scold her.
She had already prepared herself to be scolded, but they didn't.
She didn't stand up; she continued to kneel before the couple, her voice hoarse: "I'm the one who harmed him, he is suffering this penalty for me, he got injured so severely protecting me, Uncle, Aunt, I'm sorry to you."
Mrs. Left walked over to her, hugging her and sobbing. She couldn't say anything, but she felt Zoe Lewis was a good child, trusting her son's judgment.
Old Quinn walked in from outside, whispering to Left Million, "Boss, we've already contacted Valley Hospital, and they said Director Valley is out attending a medical conference, he'll be back in three days."
