The Spouses' Self-Reflection

Leslie shifted her eyes from Rowan, unable to keep looking at him. With Calix still standing behind her wheelchair, she cast her gaze on everyone in the drawing room.

"Good evening... It's my pleasure to meet... all of you tonight... Thank you for being... here..."

Leslie unconsciously tightened her hands, thinking how stiff she sounded just now. But, her slightly frozen mind couldn't think of another way to start her greeting.

Old Madam Xu smiled fondly at Leslie, her wrinkles softening. She sensed how nervous her second granddaughter-in-law was. 

For some reason, Old Madam Xu had a hunch that Leslie's anxiousness was attributed to meeting her parents.

This would be their first time seeing each other after more than four months – three of Leslie's comatose period and more than one month of her being awake.

"My dear Charlene, come here," Old Madam Xu raised one hand, gesturing at Leslie to come closer, "Calix, help your wife. Sit next to me."