Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations-Chapter 951: Paige Wakes Up

Paige, sleeping in a daze, heard her daughter’s voice, like a feather landing softly in her heart.

"Mom..."

Hailey, suppressing her excitement, softly called out, "It’s Hailey. Are you waking up? Can you hear me speak?"

Paige’s forehead was wrapped in thick gauze; she had injured her head in a fall and had a few stitches that still needed to be removed.

She had been lying there in a daze for five full days, her body extremely weak.

With Hailey’s anticipation, Paige slowly opened her eyes, and her daughter’s outline gradually became clear from a blur.

Just then, the door to the hospital room opened, and Finn Morgan came in.

"Mom, do you remember me?" Hailey was particularly worried that she might have amnesia.

Finn quickly stepped over, "Is our mom awake?" He joyfully held Hailey’s shoulders, looking at the weak woman lying on the bed, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Paige looked at her and then at Finn, her memories slowly reviving in her mind.

"Mom! Do you remember me?" She was extremely anxious.

Paige’s gaze fell on her face again, mother and daughter looked into each other’s eyes, and the middle-aged woman’s voice was thin, "...Hailey."

She then looked at the man beside her, lightly parted her lips, "...Finn, I’m sorry for worrying you both."

"As long as there’s no amnesia!" Hailey patted her chest in relief.

A moment later, she spoke with some emotion, "You nearly scared me to death. Why would you jump from the building? Were you planning to give up on me? Dad isn’t even dead yet!"

"Hailey!" Finn tightened his grip on her shoulder as a reminder, "It’s a good thing that our mom is awake, you should be happy, not blaming."

Facing her mother’s gaze and hearing Finn’s words, Hailey’s nose tingled, feeling both happy and wronged, especially for her mother’s sake.

"Mom, how do you feel? Does it hurt?"

Paige gently lifted her hand, "Ah..." She winced in pain, furrowing her brows.

"Don’t move!" Hailey told her, "You’ve fractured your bones and have a cast on your arm."

Finn went to pour a glass of warm water and brought over a straw, "Mom, have some water, your lips are very dry."

She was indeed thirsty, gently opened her mouth to hold the straw, drank half a glass of water, and felt much comfort in her throat.

"Mom, you should rest more." Finn held Hailey’s hand, "I have good news for you; CEO Kingston is doing his best with dad’s case, and the evidence has been submitted."

"I’m sorry for causing you trouble..." Paige sighed, "I didn’t mean to jump; I just lost my balance and accidentally fell."

No matter if this was the truth or not, Hailey and Finn were willing to believe it.

They would stay with her, waiting for her recovery.

Another five days passed...

The news of Dennis Hale’s downfall still remained a hot topic, with discussions on his merits and faults continuing online.

Lydia Ingram had already been executed, a matter of great celebration everywhere.

In a certain cold mansion on Sycamore Road, the garden’s flowers and plants were long untrimmed, with only Mrs. Goldman and Monica Usher living there.

Usually, the two didn’t have much interaction, and Monica Usher could remain silent for an entire day, showing signs of depression.

"Lydia Ingram is dead..."

At the dining table, Monica Usher picked up a glass of milk, her lips curling slightly, "A delight indeed, without those long three to five years of trials."

When it came to matters about Lydia Ingram, Mrs. Goldman generally didn’t know how to respond.

It’s a sensitive issue!

Because Lydia Ingram was the father of the child in her belly.

Mrs. Goldman remained silent, and Monica Usher let out a cold laugh, "It’s just a shame she’s not dead by my hands."

"Ms. Usher." Mrs. Goldman couldn’t grasp her feelings, "Are you willing to have this child because you want to use it as a shield?"

Monica Usher, who had just taken a sip of milk, paused slightly, looked up and asked her, "What do you mean by that?"

Their eyes met, Mrs. Goldman thought for a moment, then said, "The baby isn’t very far along, and you’re still young. If you don’t like it, why not terminate it? Even if it’s jail, it’s not a death sentence."