After Sophie Foster woke up, her emotions were consistently unstable. At times, she would lie in Nicholas Croft’s arms, crying and blaming herself for not protecting the baby, then suddenly she’d become irritable and demand that he go to the kindergarten to pick up the baby after school. Sometimes, she’d snuggle into his arms, coyly calling out, "Daddy." The most heartbreaking for Nicholas Croft was when she picked up a mirror and looked at herself inside, screaming for a long time before fainting, unable to bear it.

Regarding Sophie Foster’s series of abnormal reactions, the psychologist provided a diagnosis. Under the dual shock and blow of losing the baby and disfigurement, her personality has split. Her subconscious refuses to accept the harsh reality and lives in her imagined dream world, occasionally fantasizing herself as their unborn child...

As for how long it will take to recover, it depends on how long it takes for her to walk out and accept reality...

The car accident brought Sophie Foster not only physical injuries but also psychological scars.

When the wounds on her left face had completely healed and no longer needed to be covered by bandages, Sophie Foster looked at Nicholas Croft expressionlessly.

"I want a mirror." She wanted to know what her face looked like, why the doctors and nurses shook their heads quietly after removing the bandages.

"Lara, you’re weak now; you need to rest and recuperate. How about lying down and resting first? Once you wake up, I’ll get it for you," Nicholas Croft gently comforted her with a soft tone. Sophie Foster looked at him coldly, her voice rising again.

"I want the mirror!"

Nicholas Croft...

Sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed, looking at his forceful wife on the bed, he pursed his lips and extended his hands attempting to continue soothing her.

"Lara, listen to what I say..."

"Can’t you understand human language!" As soon as Nicholas Croft started speaking, Sophie Foster interrupted harshly, swiping away his hands, glaring fiercely, her face contorted.

Nicholas Croft’s handsome eyebrows tightened involuntarily, his fingers in the air twitched slightly, looking at the angrily staring woman, ultimately didn’t extend his hand further, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, and opened his mouth with difficulty, "Lara, listen to me..."

"Move aside!" Sophie Foster impatiently pushed past Nicholas Croft, intending to jump off the bed to look at the mirror in the bathroom.

Having lied on the hospital bed for almost a month, having lost the baby, her body was severely weakened, her legs went soft, her eyes blackened, and she nearly fell, but Nicholas Croft quickly caught her.

He put her back on the bed, compromising, "Lie on the bed, I’ll get you the mirror." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Watching Nicholas Croft’s tall figure walking towards the door of the hospital room, Sophie Foster unconsciously raised her hand to cover the injured side of her face, the uneven texture pressed against her palm, her slightly parted lips trembled, and the right hand resting on the bed unconsciously curled up.

She was so deeply affected by the severe shock that she was fully immersed in a terrified thought process, completely unaware that in just a few days, her handsome "uncle" was no longer as upright as he used to be.

A few minutes later, Nicholas Croft returned to the hospital room, holding a mirror that wasn’t very large, one that girls liked to carry for makeup.

Nicholas Croft sat sideways on the hospital bed, before handing the mirror to Sophie Foster, he warned her.

"Lara, your face... is quite severely injured..." Last time, when the bandage hadn’t been removed, she had fainted from being unable to bear it. Now, if she saw her current appearance, who knows what...

Sophie Foster took the mirror over, slowly lifting it in front of herself, Nicholas Croft’s big hand tightly held her shoulders, unconsciously tightening his fingers, watching the mirror together with her.