In Summer's somber gaze, a glimmer of hope emerged. Her lips trembled, and tears welled up in her misty eyes. "Okay... I... I will cooperate, I will... cooperate!" she stuttered.

As her words trailed off, tears streamed down Summer's cheeks.

Serenity took out a tissue and gently wiped away Summer's tears.

From their recent conversation, it appeared that Summer was at least somewhat coherent.

After a moment, Summer whispered, "Clara… how is she... doing?"

"She's doing well. She has opened a