Heyday.
News of Caroline Edwin's injury spread far and wide, and Gordon Edwin and Virginia Daniel hurried home to visit her, showing their concern with warm chatters.
Gordon Edwin was in a well-tailored black suit, the fabric of high quality and the craftsmanship meticulous, with each button done up immaculately.
His scholarly and gentle face was etched with anxiety, a level of worry he'd never even experienced when signing contracts worth hundreds of millions.
He handed her a cup of warm milk, with a gentle voice and eyes filled with caring, he asked, "Carol, is your injury serious, does it hurt?"
Caroline Edwin sat on the sofa, watching her family treat her like she was a fragile porcelain doll, the corner of her mouth twitching.
She took a sip of the warm milk, "I'm fine, you all don't need to worry too much."
Hearing this, Gordon Edwin nodded.