119: Is It Still About Heir?

CONAN —

"Yes, dear, it's me. I'm alive," Mom responded, smiling.

Words could not express how excited and happy I was at the moment. I rushed toward her and hugged her tightly. "I can't believe this," I said after the hug. I touched all over her, from her head down to her leg, to make sure she was really my mom.

"Yvonne did it," she said. "I could only remember passing severe pain from falling from the staircase and breaking my two legs, but now I could not even feel any pain again, and my broken legs are okay. I'm still wondering how she did it," she added.

"She really did it," I exclaimed and went to Yvonne. The hatred I had developed for her lately suddenly diminished.

However, she was not feeling really free and relaxed enough to open her arms to accept my hug. Probably because of how I had been treating her for the past three days.

"I'm so proud of you, Yvonne," I said as I hugged her.

A few seconds later, after the hug, I held her chin and cupped her cheeks. "You are the be