Give it back! Give back what belongs to us!

Crying, crying, and always crying. The woman had a talent for using her tears to get what she wanted.

Marcella immediately called her husband after hearing the doctor's explanation about yesterday's assessment results.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, expressing a weight and pain too profound to be captured in words. The quiver in her voice, the sobs that escaped during the call, all reflected the overwhelming fear gripping her heart.

With trembling hands, Marcella clutched her phone, the cries carried through the airwaves like a plea for help.

"Dear, I need your support about Raven," she said in a hoarse voice, trying to maintain composure even though her sobs were impossible to suppress. "The doctor just told me the results of the assessment, and..."

Tears continued to pour from Marcella's eyes, making it difficult for her to finish her sentence. Each breath she took was labored, a testament to the heavy burden she bore.