Kayla was carefully escorted inside by her parents. Myra spoke sharply, ordering the maids, "Quickly run a bath and prepare a clean set of clothes! Make some peppermint tea. Hurry!" The maids scrambled to obey.

She gently touched Kayla's forehead. Though Kayla had no fever, she seemed uneasy, so Myra led her to the room. The maids had already prepared the bathwater, the temperature perfectly adjusted.

"Go take a warm bath to get rid of the chill," Myra instructed. "When you're done, call me, and I'll help dry your hair."

"Thank you, Mom," Kayla replied, sniffling, her nose red and tears in her eyes.

After Myra left and closed the door, Kayla quickly undressed, discarding her soiled clothes, and sank into the bathtub. The warm water soothed her, gradually reviving her numb limbs. A smile slowly spread across her face. Her first step was successful.

After her relaxing bath, she wrapped her hair in a towel, changed into clean clothes, and left the room. She overheard Myra receiving a call from the sanatorium. Following Kayla's disappearance, the sanatorium had immediately organized a search. Unable to find her, they anxiously called the Fuller family. Upon learning of her return, they asked if they should send someone to bring her back.

Myra, furious, rebuked them sharply. "No! My daughter is perfectly fine! She doesn't need to return to the sanatorium, so don't call us again! And I haven't finished with you regarding her head injury!" She then hung up.

Kayla quietly crept back to her room, trying to sound as if she had just arrived. She called out pitifully, "Mom..."

"Coming. Are you done with your bath?" Myra hurried, tossing her phone aside and gently guiding Kayla back into the room. "Sit down. I will dry your hair." Kayla obediently sat at the vanity.

The only sound in the room was the hum of the hairdryer. Myra smiled. "Look, your hair is so beautiful and healthy!"

Kayla didn't respond. Her gaze remained fixed on Myra, her eyes still filled with unease and longing.

"What's wrong?" Myra asked.

Kayla bit her lip, her eyes reddening. "I'm just wondering if this is real, Mom. I'm so scared this is all just a dream. When I wake up, I'll still be locked in the sanatorium, with so many people bullying me..."

She was clearly terrified. Myra's heart ached. Regardless of Kayla's past, a fresh start was all that mattered. After all, she was only nineteen, and still her child. Her face softened with affection as she gently patted Kayla's hair. "I won't let you return to that place. Never again!"

"Mm!" Kayla sniffled, hugging Myra tightly.

As in the past nineteen years, mother and daughter were as close as ever—one overflowing with maternal love, the other clinging and dependent.

At the New Year's Eve dinner, the atmosphere in the Fuller household felt different with Kayla present. Laughter occasionally filled the air, creating a warm and cozy ambiance. Felicia was not mentioned.

Sebastian was the first to put down his fork, standing up and saying, "I'm full. I hope you all enjoyed your meal."