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    The Sanchez family members finally felt relieved. They had been concerned about the children’s well-being in Daniels Manor, especially since the kids weren’t blood-rted to the Daniels family. Now, their worries seemed unnecessary.


    At this moment, Marissa squatted in front of Caylee and gently took her hand. “Mom, I’m here to visit you.”


    Caylee looked at Marissa quietly, not saying a word, but unlike yesterday, she didn’t pull her hand away defensively.


    Marissa smiled gently. “You haven’t remembered me yet. That’s okay. One day, you will. For now, let me give you a checkup.”


    With that, she ced her hand on Caylee’s wrist, carefully feeling her pulse.


    However, Marissa couldn’t help but frown. She had believed that Caylee’s health was improving, but now she sensed something unusual…


    Caylee was faring better than the day before. She still couldn’t speak, but her spirits had visibly lifted—she now managed smiles and silent conversations with her family. The Sanchez family held hope, seeing her improvement. Yet, when they noticed Marissa’s concerned expression, their optimism waned.


    “Tiffany, how’s your mom?” Ruth inquired.


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    Instead of replying, Marissa checked Caylee’s pulse once more. After a moment, she gently asked, “Mom, are you feeling okay?”


    Caylee nodded.


    Le chimed in, “Tiffany stayed by her side all day. She’s been alert and even managed to eat a bowl of porridge along with her usual treatments.”


    Marissa acknowledged this with a nod. She was pleased with Caylee’s mental improvements, but something about her pulse felt off.


    This slight irregrity, though not ring, couldn’t be overlooked—not when Caylee had just woken from a twenty-two-year semiatose state and survived major surgery.


    After a pause, she said to Caylee, “Mom, I’d like to draw some blood for further tests, if that’s okay.”


    Caylee gave her consent with a nod. Although her daughter was like a stranger, Caylee trusted Marissa unconditionally.


    Marissa requested Rita to retrieve her small medicine box from the car before drawing blood from Caylee.


    Subsequently, she asked Rita to deliver the blood sample to Ferris. Tasked continuously, Rita maintained herposure and efficiency without a word ofint.


    With Rita gone, Le remarked, “Tiffany, you really have an amazing assistant. It seems like you use Rita tirelessly.”


    Marissa merely smiled in response.


    Ruth, visibly concerned, asked, “Tiffany, how exactly is your mother doing?”


    “The situation looks promising,” Marissa replied. “I’m just running some tests on her blood to rule out minor irregrities. It’s nothing serious, Grandma, so please don’t worry.”


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