Chapter 718

Spike ignored him and carried the painting back to his room. Blair had complained to Mable before, looking somewhat aggrieved. There was an additional person in the painting now. Mable looked at Spike. "Baby, did you draw this today?" Pointing at the figure of Blair that he had added to the painting today, Spike hesitated for a moment and then managed to speak softly, "Uncle. Blair." Mable's eyes lit up with joy. "Baby, can you speak now?" Spike touched his own throat and said, "Mom-my." Spike's voice, though it was still hoarse and soft, was a significant improvement. Mable hugged Spike tightly, overwhelmed with excitement. He had only undergone one round of treatment, and the results were already effective. She could not be happier. Spike would be able to speak normally again if he continued his treatment. Pointing at the character in the painting, Spike struggled to speak, "Mom-my, Uncle. Blair. Nic-ki. Me." Mable looked at Spike with mixed emotions. He had included B