“… … Mom.”

Anson called out, but Nora didn't respond.

Nora just hugged Anson tightly, without saying a word, embracing him for a long time, as if using all her strength.

“Mom.”

Anson called out again, but Nora still didn't respond.

Anson looked a little helpless. To be honest, he still wasn't used to hugging.

After all, in his previous life, he could hardly remember when he had hugged anyone. Family members weren't used to expressing their love in such a direct way; this made Anson's hands and feet curl up, and the longer the hug lasted, the more awkward he felt.

“Mom, I can't breathe anymore, my back, my back.”

Finally, amidst Anson's repeated protests, Nora let go, carefully placed Anson back on the pillow, but still stared at him intently.

That look made Anson a little restrained.

Nora took a deep breath, "In the past two years, you've become more and more resistant to hugging. Lucas is like that, but he's always been like that since he was a child, and now you're like that too. To be honest, I'm a little sad."

Anson's heart skipped a beat. How should he tell Nora? The soul inside this body had already been replaced, a soul that wasn't good at expressing its true feelings, a soul that was used to arming itself with layers of armor to fight life, and the original soul had completely disappeared.

“But, I know, deep down, you're still the same as before,”

After a pause, Nora looked at Anson quietly.

“Child, do you really like acting?”

The topic changed a little too quickly. Anson was stunned, but in front of Nora, without any defenses, Anson said directly, “How did the topic get here?”

Three minutes ago, Nora had rushed all the way from New Orleans to the hospital, arriving as quickly as possible, like a tropical storm, rushing into the ward with great fanfare.

Originally, Anson thought that he would be welcoming a storm, and he was ready to lie there like a corpse and endure the attack, but he didn't expect that Nora would hug him tightly without saying a word, and then the topic changed.

This was not the scene Anson had imagined.

Nora showed a wry smile, “I hope you're safe, I don't want this kind of thing to happen again, watching you lying here…” Her words trailed off.

Nora regained her composure, “But we can't imprison you at home, right? No matter what job you do, even if it's just an office worker, you can still encounter accidents and dangers. That's life. We can't control our fears, but at least we can control how we face them.”

“So, I hope you're healthy, but I hope you're even happier.”

“Do you like acting? Are you happy?”

Nora looked at Anson quietly, without any further explanation, but unexpectedly, Anson's eyes turned red—

Because he knew how much struggle and suffering Nora's words had gone through, because he realized that there were indeed people in this world who were purely happy for his happiness.

Anson felt a little embarrassed.

All along, he had maintained a normal attitude, maintained the principle of enjoying life freely and unrestrainedly, and maintained the principle of focusing on himself and not wasting his second chance; but deep down, he always maintained a distance, refusing to connect with others, for fear of being drawn into it and experiencing the joys and sorrows of life again.

But how should people define their lives?

Some people think it's fame and fortune, some people think it's money, some people think it's achievement, and similarly, some people think it's the bonds and entanglements between people, the memories left by family, love, and friendship, not cold numbers or trophies, but vivid and dynamic moments and images.

Anson barely controlled himself, “Although it may be a bit ironic to say this in my current state, but indeed, I like acting, I'm very happy.”

A small joke made Nora smile too, “Okay. Then Mom will support you.”

So this is the feeling of having someone unconditionally support you. Happiness filled the entire chest like cotton candy, expanding softly and sweetly.

Anson's lips curled up, “Maybe, one day you can attend a movie premiere with me and truly appreciate what I look like on the big screen.”

Nora looked serious, “Lucas said he couldn't understand.”

Anson's eyes widened, not daring to believe his ears, “Mom? How could Lucas… You didn't correct him?”

Nora shrugged lightly, “I'm a fair mother. I won't refute Lucas's point of view until I have my own point of view.”

Anson looked up at the sky, “No, I must personally supervise Lucas next time.”

Lucas: Achoo!

After a small joke, Anson looked at Nora again, “Mom, there should be a Sean Graham outside. Can you let me see him? Lucas is too arbitrary, refusing all outsiders from visiting, only allowing me to meet with the director for a short while. I need to see Sean.”

Nora frowned slightly, “Who is he? Is he important?”

Anson, “The wire technician, that is…” Before he could finish speaking, Anson could see Nora's face change. He quickly explained, “It's because there's something fishy, so I should see him even more.”

“No one is more remorseful and painful than him. He didn't want this to happen. This may form a psychological shadow, and even change his career.”

Nora didn't buy it, “Please don't be a saint, sympathizing with the culprit. Anson, he should suffer. If he doesn't suffer, I'll let him have a taste of it.”

Anson admitted that Nora and Lucas were right, but, “Believe me, I don't believe in Jesus Christ. When it comes to forgiveness and redemption, it's not my turn. I'm not prepared to imitate the Virgin Mary. I just want to… find out the truth, who should be responsible for this.”

“What if it was a borrowed knife to kill someone? Then we condemned the wrong target, and as a result, the real culprit is still at large. I can't accept such a result.”

Nora immediately grasped the point, “So, it's not just that he made a mistake?”

As soon as the words came out, Nora's expression immediately became serious, but without waiting for Anson to answer, she said to herself, “I will ask Lucas about this.”

After all, Anson needed to rest now, and Nora didn't want Anson to think too much.

Looking at Anson again, Nora said, “Three minutes?”

Anson's eyes widened, not daring to believe his ears: Only three minutes?

Nora, “Never mind then. You rest well now.”

Anson sighed lightly, “Okay. Three minutes.”

Nora nodded lightly with satisfaction, opened the ward door and walked out, scanning quickly. Although all the faces were unfamiliar, Nora recognized Sean Graham at a glance.

His eyes were sunken, his complexion was pale, his hands were clasped together, causing his knuckles to turn white because he was using too much force. His lips, which hadn't had water for a long time, were like a dry Gobi desert, with layers of dead skin peeling off. You could vaguely see some flesh and blood. His unfocused eyes were filled with confusion and struggle. It seemed that you could see remorse and annoyance gnawing at his soul.

He deeply believed that his mistake had caused the accident.

However, Nora still couldn't sympathize with him, because Anson was lying on the hospital bed now. If there was a slight accident, Nora didn't dare to continue imagining, and couldn't help but close her eyes.

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