Chapter 0093

I don’t know how long I had been like this, crying, but it seemed like over an hour.

It was hard to stop when Mom kept rubbing my back, apologizing, and asking me to let it all out.

Finally, I was done. I sat upright, took the tissue Pablo handed me, and wiped my tears.

“So you’re telling me I have a little brother?” I asked, still not believing it.

“You’re just two years older than me, so not really.” Pablo chuckled, and so did Mom and I. Then the doctor came in, and I stood up so he could check her.

“Alright,” he said after checking her. “Like we told you before,” he turned to Pablo, “she was never sick. Just the shock and stress, or let’s say guilt, put her in that state.”

“That’s why she woke up when she heard her voice, because she used it as an opportunity to clear her guilt,” Pablo said, and the doctor nodded.

“However, she has been dormant for years. Not moving, not doing normal human activities. Although we haven’t found any complications yet, they might show up later, so be