Chapter 602


    Despite Phoebe''s tearful pleas, M remained indifferent to her own needs. With Nathan still missing, shecked the motivation to wake up. She reclined once more and shut her eyes, softly saying, "Phoebe, I''m okay. I just want to rest a little longer. Wake me up when Nate returns."


    "M..." Phoebe broke into tears, rmed by M''s condition. This was a side of M she had never witnessed before.


    Previously, M would readily shed tears over the slightest grievances, her heart easily swayed by sadness. But in the face of Nathan''s ident, she remained strangelyposed.


    Instead of being consumed by tears and hopelessness, M slept soundly, almost as if untouched by the tragedy.


    Nheless, her deep slumber seemed to signify more than mere exhaustion-it hinted at a profound resignation toward life itself.


    Witnessing this version of M filled Phoebe with an even greater sense of dread.


    As news of Nathan''s ident reached Zach, he immediately mobilized search teams to scour the river, gradually expanding their search area.


    However, Zach found himself increasingly troubled as he observed M''s deteriorating condition. She refused to eat or drink, lost in an endless cycle of sleep.


    Despite Zach''s efforts to coax her, M remained unresponsive.


    Whenever she stirred awake, her first question was always, "Is Nate back yet?"


    Upon finding Nathan absent, she would simply return to sleep.


    By the third day, the family physician, Peyton Walsh, arrived and administered nutrients to M via IV.


    As Peyton administered the injection, M seemed detached, disying no interest in the IV drip, almost as if she were disconnected from her own body.


    "Dr. Walsh?" M called out.


    Peyton acknowledged her with a nod and asked, "Ms. Hoffis, how are you feeling? Would you like something to eat?"


    M shook her head weakly, her voice barely audible. "I''m not hungry, and I have no desire to eat. Dr. Walsh, have you seen my husband? His name is Nathan Morrison. Has he returned?" Peyton shook his head solemnly. "Mr. Morrison hasn''te back yet."


    M reached out, her hand fumbling in the space beside her. "And what about my son?"


    "The nanny has taken him out to feed him," Peyton assured her.


    "I think I''ll rest a little longer. Please wake me if my husband returns," M requested before adjusting her position and drifting back to sleep.


    Despite the presence of those around her, M remained oblivious and apathetic. Shortly afterward, she fell back into a deep slumber.


    Gary and Florence came to check on M''s condition.


    Florence was overwhelmed by the thought of Nathan''s continued absence, coupled with M''s apparentck of will to live and the fact that Jasper was still so young. Unable to hold back her emotions, she quietly wept beside them.


    Zach''s voice quivered as he addressed Peyton, his desperation evident. "Dr. Walsh, what''s going on with my granddaughter? Why is she acting like this?


    "She continues to sleep incessantly, refusing to eat or drink. She also doesn''t even seem to be showing any emotions or distress.


    "All she wants to do is sleep. It''s like she''s lost all motivation, not even showing concern for her son."


    Peyton approached them and suggested in a hushed tone, "It might be helpful to arrange for a psychiatrist for Ms. Hoffis. She appears to be experiencing symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder. "The shock of her husband''s sudden ordeal has been overwhelming for her. She''s holding onto the belief that he''ll return, but the harsh reality is beginning to take its toll.


    "She''s struggling to ept the truth, and it''s pushing her to the brink."This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .


    Gary''s expression was fraught with worry as he asked urgently, "What will be of her if my son never returns?"


    "In medicine, providing a definitive


    answer is challenging. Each case is


    unique," Peyton exined. "In the worst-case scenario, her physical health may deteriorate gradually, potentially resulting in a state resembling a vegetativea."


    Zach''s face paled with fear, tears welling up in his eyes as his weathered hands shook


    uncontrobly. "No, Dr. Walsh, this can''t be," he pleaded urgently. We must find a solution to save my granddaughter."


    Florence''s voice quivered with emotion as she begged, "Dr. Walsh, please, you have to help Wanda. She''s still so young, and Jasper has just entered this world. He''s barely learned to call for his parents We can''t allow such a tragedy to unfold."


    Peyton reassured them, saying, "Try not to worry too much. Right now, the n is to have a psychiatriste and assist her in fully regaining consciousness."