Mathilda’s POV

“Are you a relative of Mr. Goyle?”

A nurse came out of my father’s hospital room. My heart skipped a beat — bad news usually followed when hospital staff appeared unexpectedly. But her gentle smile told me this wasn’t one of those moments. Or at least, I tried to stay positive.

“I’m his daughter.”

“Perfect. Please come in. Mr. Goyle has regained consciousness, and he keeps asking for Mathilda.”

Her words brought such relief that I immediately rose from the bench and followed her