This month, Hope has taken the antidote twice, but neither had much effect. She couldn't eat anything and was almost in a continuous state of coma.
The last time she took the antidote was a week ago. She just woke up three days ago and rested for two days before insisting on taking the latest flight back last night.
Daniel and the doctor both said her body was too weak and advised her to rest for a few more days.
But Hope was determined to return, unable to wait any longer.
If it hadn't been too late last night, Hope probably would have returned then.
Liam is really afraid of her now. She can walk and run, but what if she's not fully recovered? If she faints like before, anywhere and anytime, it'll scare him into a heart attack.
"Alright, walk slowly, don't run, be careful not to fall."
"Uh... okay."
Hope looked at Liam and suddenly felt like she was being watched over by an old father.
"Aren't you going in?"
"No, I'm not interested."
