Erland's condition was surprising

Tiffany entered the ICU room, which was so quiet with only the sound of the heart rate monitor, equipped with medical equipment, and of course, she saw Erland lying weak with medical equipment attached to his body; his head wrapped in bandages, his hands hooked up to an IV, and wearing oxygen while shirtless.

"Oh God, my son!" Rosalia approached Erland, wanting to touch him but afraid of hurting him because he looked so fragile.

"Darling... Oh my God..." Tiffany also approached with her fearful gaze.

Erland remained silent, his gaze weak, observing them mourning him.

"Honey, I'm so worried about you..." Tiffany held Erland's left hand that wasn't attached to the IV. "But now I'm relieved... You are fine, I know it. You'll always pull through!"

"And you'll explain to me," Billy whispered with his cynical gaze.

Rosalia wiped her nose, suddenly sniffing from crying, truly worried because her son didn't say anything.

"Son," she called.

"Who?" Erland whispered, furrowing his brow. "I don't