NovelEnglishChapter 1448: The Lost Child, Eason
Violet covered her mouth tightly, tears streaming down her face, her heart ached so much, she could barely breathe...
Downstairs, Mya Saunders was lying on the couch. Her false labor had improved, but her mood could not pick up.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, missing Claire terribly. Finnley also sat next to her, holding her hand tightly, lovingly kissing her
lips.
Finnley's handseyebrows were tightly locked, his heart filled with sorrow. No matter what, dead or alive, they had to find her!
Albert, in his sorrow, turned around, hands on his hips, took a deep breath, looked up at the chandelier worth millions, trying not to
let tears of sorrow fall.
But the air was filled with sadness everywhere.
This pain of loss, for the Russell family, was simply unbearable!
Eventhough Claire was not their own, she was their daughter!
As the sun went down, and Rowan drove away in his Volvo, he felt somewhat aimless, his heart filled with sorrow once again, his
eyelids sore.
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Thankfully, he didn't have any accidents on the road and safely returned to Emerald Bay.
After reaching his apartment, Rowan locked himself in his room.
At dusk, Tristan brought Monica back to Arkpool City, parking the car directly under the Universal Love Hospital.
Tristan originally planned to bring her to see Eason tomorrow, but Monica, saying they were passing by, insisted on going to see
him, worrying that the child would have sleepless nights waiting. Tonight and tomorrow morning were two different concepts.
So, they bought a cute little cake and went into the hospital lobby.
The two took the elevator upstairs.
"Are you taking him to the orphanage tomorrow?" Tristan asked her, "Do you have time?"
"Of course, | have time. The real question is, do you?" The girl turned her eyes and glanced at him, "You are the busy man with a
myriad of daily tasks."
The elevator stopped, the door opened, and seven or eight people flooded in.
The hospital's elevator was just this big, Monica stepped back, and Tristan held her in his arms, not wanting her to be bumped.
The girl's chest contracted slightly as her back leaned against his warm chest. His large palm was on her shoulder, giving her a
slight thrill.
The elevator door closed, and the elevator continued to rise.
Monica's cheeks were involuntarily dyed a blush, and she couldn't help but remember the scene of spending the night with him.
They had already shared a bed twice.
Ding.
The elevator stopped again, having reached the floor where Eason Clarke was.
After everyone got out, Tristan let go of Monica's shoulder, and the two also stepped out.
In a certain suite...
Eason Clarke sat at the head of the bed, fiddling with his fingers. He had an IV drip in his hand and looked sullen.
"Alright, Eason, your health is the most important, right?" Zack patiently counseled him, "You have to take this medicine recently.
All indicators have been reached, and we have to enter the next phase of treatment. This is a good thing, so you can grow taller."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHowever, the young boy looked up, a bit sadly, "But Monica said she'll taketo meet new friends. She and brother will be back
soon."
"We can go after this period is over. Monica won't break her promises."
No sooner had Zack finished speaking, than Tristan appeared at the door with Monica.
"Dad."
"Uncle."
"Hey, little Eason!"
Zack turned his eyes, still surprised, and saw Monica waving at his son.
Eason Clarke, who was sitting at the head of the bed, suddenly brightened his eyes, "Brother! Sister Monica!!"
They walked in and saw that he was still on a drip, immediately worried and confused.
Tristan asked, "What's wrong with Eason? Why is he on a drip again?"
"He's about to enter the second phase of treatment." Zack smiled, "This is a good thing."
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