Chapter 687

Hilda opened her cloudy eyes to look at the sunny and clear blue sky through the window. Then, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Mom, why are the lights off all along?"

Connie was halfway scooping the liquid food up with a spoon when she heard that, and the smile on her face fell. After that, she reached out to wave a hand in front of her eyes.

Hilda's cloudy eyes appeared lifeless like pools of stagnant water, she had no response at all. Nevertheless, she forced a smile while asking her, "Mom, why aren't you saying anything?"

She has lost her eyesight.

Connie's heart throbbed in pain, and she choked back a sob. She kept her head bowed while she stirred the food in the bowl. Connie blew against the hot steam before continuing feeding her one scoop after another.

"Your eyesight isn't the best right now, in fact, it's very weak. You won't be able to see temporarily, but you will recover in a few days' time."

Hilda seemed to have sensed something, but it was impossible to make out her