The boy had absolutely no reaction to what Miss Lily said.
"Alright, I won't bother you anymore, Mom's leaving now. You take care."
Getting up, Miss Lily gently patted her son's head, then turned and left.
Once her footsteps faded outside the room, the boy braced his hands on the wheelchair's arms and slowly stood up.
About 175 centimeters tall—considered tall for a fourteen-year-old—his slender frame made him appear even taller.
But the boy's face was youthful and tender; it was easy to see he was underage.
He took two steps toward the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing through the spotless, bright glass as if looking at the vast blue sky, or perhaps at nothing at all.
Although the boy had autism since childhood, Miss Lily, as his mother, had always worked with professional doctors to treat her only son.
She also arranged for a child-rearing team to care for him, teach him life skills, and foster his academic growth.
Of course, she herself participated in this as well.
