A virtual princess? She's a real princess!

When Sadwell arrived at the ward, Bian Zhansheng and his wife Zhong Daiyi, as well as Bian Lihong and his wife, were already old and were persuaded by Bian Yin to go back and rest.

Bian He glanced at his younger sister, reluctant to leave, but Bian Yin forcibly took her away, for which Bian Yin unusually reprimanded him severely. In the end, she tearfully led her older sister, Lu Yihe, home.

Bian Yin sat by the hospital bed. Her daughter, a tiny bundle, lay quietly on the bed. Last time she had a fever, her cheeks were rosy, but this time her little face was pale and bloodless.

The seawater seemed to have taken away all her vitality. She was so small, nurtured and cared for by her since birth, and had almost left her. She simply couldn't believe how desperate she would be to lose her daughter.

Gently holding her daughter's small hand, which had become a little cold due to the IV drip, Bian Yin warmed her daughter's hand with her own.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, someone put their arm around her shoulder from behind.

It's Norresis.

The couple embraced silently, looking at their daughter on the bed. One of them was a powerful figure in the business world, and the other was a troublemaker around the world, stirring up trouble and doing bad things. Both of them were rich and powerful, but these past few days, facing their daughter's misfortunes, they felt that no amount of money or power was more important than their daughter's safety.

"Are they all dead?" Norrexis asked.

Bian Yin shook his head and leaned on Norris's shoulder. "Qiu has escaped, Arno. I don't want him to go back to Hong Kong."

"I know that no matter where he runs, I will not let him go." Anyone who dares to harm his daughter should be prepared to suffer a fate worse than death.

He will let him know that fleeing Hong Kong is the worst idea.

Bian Yin leaned against Norris's chest. The couple watched over their daughter, fearing that she would wake up and be afraid of not seeing her family after surviving such a disaster.

Sadwell was the last to arrive. He hadn't closed his eyes during the 13-hour flight, and he was afraid for the first few hours.

He wasn't afraid when his iron-fisted mother forced him to shoot a traitor for the first time when he was 5; he wasn't afraid when he rebelled and skydived from 15 meters for the first time when he was 12; and he wasn't afraid when he accompanied his father to the crazy party of drug kingpin Miloff and saw the craving and frenzied look of addicts.

Until the birth of the twins. They were tiny little bundles of joy, and he could hold one of them in one hand.

Especially Della, so soft and delicate, as if she had no bones. She opened her eyes, clear as emeralds, reflecting his image.

She smiled at him, and Sadwell couldn't describe the feeling; he felt as if he had received divine light from God from hell.

Later, Della grew up, learned to crawl, walk, and even call out to people. She sweetly called him Will, and called him brother.

He thought that as long as Della called him "brother," he would give her everything.

His Della, so lovely, so innocent, so kind, was like a newborn pony exploring the world with her round eyes, yet someone had hurt her.

His eyes were cold and piercing as he stared silently at the clouds outside the plane. The air around him seemed to freeze, and the entire large cabin was quiet and oppressive, as if an invisible storm was spreading rampantly.

After getting off the plane, he went straight to the hospital. Sadwell was still wearing his class clothes: a simple white shirt and black trousers. The night in Hong Kong was a bit chilly, so he wore a black trench coat, the hem of which drew a curve as Sadwell walked quickly.

When Sadwell entered the ward, he frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his deep, inorganic green eyes.

Even the most luxurious private suite in the Bian family hospital can't compare to home. The fragrance in the air is still a bit inferior to Sadwell's. Will it affect Della's recovery?

After greeting the couple with "Father, Aleria," Sadwell went to see Della.

He couldn't help but catch his breath, his eyes filled with pity and anger towards the kidnappers.

After being unconscious for four hours, Bian Xiao slowly woke up.

Sadwell brushed aside his sister's stray hairs, touched her little face, and noticed that her eyes, which had been closed, were now fluttering slightly, as if she wasn't sleeping soundly. He immediately called to the couple and pressed the call button.

Seeing her mommy, daddy, and brother by her side, Bian Xiao burst into tears. She almost cried again. Thank you, brother Ajun!

She could hold back in front of others when being examined by the doctor, but as soon as the doctors and nurses left, she clung to her mother and burst into tears.

"Mommy, Daddy, brother, waaaaaah! I'm so scared, I almost died, waaaaaah!"

Bian Yin's eyes reddened with heartache. She kept kissing her daughter's chubby little face and patting her back, saying, "Mommy's here, baby don't cry. Mommy's here, baby is fine, how could she die?"

"I died in my past life!" Thinking of the moment of death, Bian Xiao's face turned pale, his eyes filled with terror. Sadwell saw this, "Della, what's wrong? Look at your brother, Della!"

"Della?" Norris cradled his daughter's head, noticing her pupils were slightly dilated—a sign of fear. Thinking she was still scared, Norris knew it best to change the subject and not let her attention remain on the matter. He smiled and said, "Della is very brave! Daddy heard that our Della kept the thugs completely in line!"

My mother's embrace was warm, and her hand kept stroking me.

Just like petting a cat, the gentle touch calms you down. With Norris's change of topic, Bian Xiao's thoughts shifted from drowning to chasing the thugs at night. His fear turned into a sense of smugness at surviving a close call. At this moment, his brother took out a tissue, and Bian Xiao unceremoniously used his brother's hand to blow his nose, wipe away his tears, and lay in his mother's arms. He tilted his little head back and exaggeratedly praised himself to the three of them, saying how brave and wise he was.

Bian Yin and the other two naturally gave her plenty of face, showering her with compliments: "No wonder she's Daddy's little angel," "How can Mommy's little baby be so smart?" "Della is amazing!"

She was embarrassed by Bian Xiao's praise, "Actually, I still have to thank Brother Ajun. Without him, Sister Qingqing and I would definitely be doomed."

"Ah Jun is a kind and good boy. Mommy has arranged for your brother Ah Jun and his grandfather to be hospitalized for check-ups and rest. Mommy will formally thank you when you are both discharged."

"Mommy, what about my brother and Qingqing?" Having been kidnapped and escaping together, the two girls had become good friends. Now that she was alright, she naturally wanted to ask her silly brother and his friend.

“Your brother is home. We’ll see him when we get home from the hospital. Your older sister is here too. Qingqing is fine. Are you hungry, baby?” Bian Yin coaxed softly. After all, it was so late, and the kidnappers probably wouldn’t take good care of their daughter.

"Hungry!" It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it, because the mere mention of it made Bian Xiao feel like he was starving, like he could eat a whole cow.

At the time, Qiu Xiong had tied the ropes tightly, and he and Lin Zhiqing had tried to untie them, rolling around on the ground, their skin already abraded. They had also been soaked in seawater. Bian Xiao's wrists and ankles were bandaged after being disinfected and cared for by the doctor, and his whole body was covered with small injuries.

So Bian Xiao lay in his mother's arms, enjoying the treatment of being fed by his father and brother. In the whole world, the only one who could make the father and son do this and that, wanting soup one minute and pastries the next, was Bian Xiao.

"Big sister is here too?" Bian Xiao squinted his eyes after taking a sip of chicken soup, which was both warm and delicious.

“Yes, baby will be able to see her sister tomorrow after being discharged from the hospital.” Looking at her daughter’s adorable expression as she drank the soup, Bian Yin felt that her daughter was cute.

"Della, have a little bun," Sadwell said, taking a pig-shaped bun and placing it near his sister's mouth.

She took a big bite, the meat filling was delicious and had a slightly sweet aftertaste. She swallowed it in two bites. Afraid that her daughter would choke, Norris served her a spoonful of soup.

Bian Yin held Bian Xiao as they sat on the sofa in the ward. To make feeding easier, Norris and Sadwell were half-squatting and half-sitting.

"I'm full!" With one hand holding an IV drip, Bian Xiao patted his round belly with the other.

“My baby has been so unlucky lately, Mommy needs to find a master to get rid of the bad luck.” Bian Yin, born in Hong Kong, still has a very Hong Kong mindset.

"Wipe your mouth," Sadwell said, picking up a wet wipe. She watched as Bian Xiao leaned closer, pouting, and gently wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth.

“Baby, if it hurts, tell Daddy, and Daddy will put some medicine on it for you.” Norris watched as her son wiped her daughter’s mouth and then took out the ointment prescribed by the doctor to apply to the red marks on her daughter’s face where there was no bleeding.

“Yes, baby, you must tell me if it hurts.” Bian Yin lifted his daughter’s little arms and legs out of the blanket so that the father and son could apply medicine, especially on their hands. The windows of the shed were rough and had bits of debris, and Lin Zhiqing and Bian Xiao had both injured their hands when they climbed through the window.

"It doesn't hurt," Bian Xiao said with a big smile. With such loving mom, dad and brother, how could it hurt? No matter how much physical pain he felt, it was nothing compared to the pain of losing the love of his parents and family.