Michael Jackson returned from the recording studio as soon as possible when he found out that you were ill. It seemed to be a common cold. However, the King of Pop music could not remain indifferent. His limousine may have received several fines, but they would be paid soon.

Soon, he planned to move to Wonderland.

He ascended to the third floor of his estate in Bucharest. The nanny and housekeeper were already working hard to cure you. When Michael Jackson entered your room, he saw you lying on your bed, sniffling nervously and clearly not in the best of health.

Hi, dad. She sneezed and leaned back against the pillow, cursing the world in her mind. Her headache persisted, and so did her alternating bouts of fever and chills.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took your hand. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. You'll get better. And we'll go to the zoo soon, okay?

You nodded slowly, and Jackson kissed your forehead.

You can do it, princess. I even brought you a gift.

You closed your eyes, feeling sleepy. Dad...

The nanny had already entered your bedroom with a bowl of noodle soup. It looked delicious and edible. However, right now, you didn't feel like eating at all.