Steven was stumped by Gavin's questions.

After a long silence, he finally said, "You're right."

Gavin let out a sigh of relief.

Steven then said, "From now on, I'll focus all of my attention on Jessica. I'll cherish every minute and every second with her. Maybe if I do this, I'll stop thinking about Annalise, and my mood will improve as well." Gavin agreed, saying, "That's the spirit!"

...

After finishing today's tasks, I packed up my things before walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, seriously pondering Willow's current situation.

Her autism was clearly quite severe. When asked to speak to others, she couldn't even say a word.

A while ago, I had planned to do things that would make her want to show off to others, hoping this might prompt her to communicate with people, but that plan failed as well.

So the next approach to try was getting her grandparents to interact with her to see if she'd be willing to talk to them.

If she still didn't want to...

Well, I actually had another idea in mind.

Once I was done saving the finished drawings on my phone, I turned around and walked over to where Zane was.

During work hours in the past few days, I'd never left my cubicle. Since I was feeling a little uncomfortable, I came over here to look at the view. Zane didn't mind as well.

"Do you have something to say?"

Zane was still busy with work, as he didn't even raise his head to look at me.

I said with a smile, "Yes. It's about Willow."

Only then did Zane look up. "Oh?"

I leaned on the table, seriously looking into his eyes as I suggested, "What do you think if we custom-made some dolls that resemble family members, placed them at home, and made her talk to the dolls? Would that be okay?" Zane considered the feasibility of this. "And then?"

I continued, "We have her grandparents stay at home, and when Willow talks to the dolls, they can hide nearby and respond to her. When Willow asks why the dolls can talk, we'll just say it's a recording." Zane's expression grew serious.

I then said, "After communicating this way for a while, we can have her grandparents appear beside her and talk to her. And since she'd already be used to communicating with their voices, wouldn't she be able to speak then?" Realizing this might help Willow, Zane replied, "Then, hurry and get the dolls custom-made!"

"I already looked online. There are no shops that do custom orders." At this point, I revealed my true purpose of talking to him. "So, do you think you could find someone to help get a few dolls custom-made?" "Alright." Zane had always considered matters involving Willow of utmost importance.

Thinking that Willow might get better this way, he got so excited that he walked over to me to hug me. "Thank you very much."

I froze.

It was then I realized he was just overjoyed at the hope of Willow getting better and wanted to share his happiness with me in this way.

As such, I hugged him back while gently patting his back. "You're welcome, Zane. The two of us share the same goal in this."Content is © by .

It was then Zane let go of me as he agreed with a hum.

He didn't bother to work anymore as he immediately contacted Eric, assigning the latter the difficult task of getting the dolls resembling Willow's grandparents made.

Only after a long while did Eric finally agree, responding, "Alright."

...

Yvonne sat in her office, getting angrier the more she thought about what had happened.

Zane actually thought she wasn't worth his time!