The entire room fell silent.
Everyone turned toward Jaime, surprised by his unexpected question, before shifting their attention to Cecilia, wondering how she would respond.
Cecilia stood frozen beside his bed, completely caught off guard.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She glanced helplessly at Maya before turning back to Jaime, struggling to find her voice.
So he knows…
“H-how… how did you…?” she stammered, unable to finish her question.
Jaime tilted his head slightly.
“The last time you came to see me, I know I looked like I was unconscious, but I could still hear people talking,” he explained. “I heard May say that you’re our mom’s mother.”
He paused, studying her face with innocent curiosity.
“And that means you’re our real grandma, right? Is it true?”
Cecilia’s bre
