The next day.
Eight o'clock.
Ella Lacey was still lying in bed, not yet awake.
"Knock knock."
A knock came from outside the door, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"...Cherline..."
Ella Lacey turned over, rubbed her eyes, her little head buried in the white duvet, mumbling, "Call... me... for what?"
"To eat and go to the hospital."
Cherline suddenly pushed open the door, walked straight in, and seeing her looking so lazy, asked sternly, "How long are you going to sleep?"
"What time is it now?"
Ella Lacey sat up suddenly, looking at the clock on the wall pointing to a quarter past eight, she hurriedly put on clothes, looked at the empty spot next to her, complaining, "It's all your dad's fault, he left and left me here alone."
"This is your bedroom, not the study room."
Cherline turned on her heel and walked out.
Ella Lacey was left frozen there.
...
After breakfast.
Cherline drove the car, taking her toward the central hospital.
On the way.
