Female NovelJazlyn understood his intentions and immediately got on with it.
Having completed his tasks, Waylen returned to the ward. His parents and sister were all there.
Korbyn was heartbroken.
Clutching Alexis tenderly as one would cradle a baby, he offered soothing words. Waylen sighed and interrupted him. “Dad, she has lost a lot of blood. She might feel dizzy if you keep rocking her like that.”
In a rush, Korbyn inquired, “Are you feeling dizzy, my darling?”
Despite her dizziness, Alexis adored being cherished.
Even in that dizzy state, she remained in Korbyn’s embrace, wanting him to shower her with kisses.
Korbyn’s expression darkened, tears welling up in his eyes.
His beloved Alexis had narrowly escaped death at birth. Raising her had not been an easy journey for Waylen and now she was hurt like this by a deranged woman…
Collecting himself, Korbyn spoke up. “Waylen, handle this matter as you see fit.”
Waylen nodded solemnly. “Dad, I understand.”
Rena looked up at Waylen with weary eyes.
He draped his arm gently around Rena’s shoulder, whispering soothingly, “Everything will be alright.”
In the afternoon, Waylen made his way to the police station.
He didn’t return to the hospital until midnight.
Entering the ward, he found the soft glow of light, and Rena was lying on her stomach, fast asleep.
Upon hearing his footsteps, Alexis stirred awake and called out like a little kitten, “Daddy.”
Waylen removed his coat and carefully draped it over Rena, protecting her from the cold.
Seated at the head of the bed, Waylen gently lifted Alexis, placing her atop his abdomen before tenderly wrapping her with a cozy blanket.
Having been raised by him, the little girl felt most at ease in his arms, where she nestled closest to his heart.
Tenderly running his fingers through her soft, curly brown hair and touching her gauze-covered leg, Waylen inquired in a hushed tone, “Does it still hurt?”
“It hurts,” Alexis responded, snuggling against his neck with all her might, seeking comfort.
Jazlyn understood his intentions and immediately got on with it.
Having completed his tasks, Waylen returned to the ward. His parents and sister were all there.
Korbyn was heartbroken.
Clutching Alexis tenderly as one would cradle a baby, he offered soothing words. Waylen sighed and interrupted him. “Dad, she has lost a lot of blood. She might feel dizzy if you keep rocking her like that.”
In a rush, Korbyn inquired, “Are you feeling dizzy, my darling?”
Despite her dizziness, Alexis adored being cherished.
Even in that dizzy state, she remained in Korbyn’s embrace, wanting him to shower her with kisses.
Korbyn’s expression darkened, tears welling up in his eyes.
His beloved Alexis had narrowly escaped death at birth. Raising her had not been an easy journey for Waylen and now she was hurt like this by a deranged woman…
Collecting himself, Korbyn spoke up. “Waylen, handle this matter as you see fit.”
Waylen nodded solemnly. “Dad, I understand.”
Rena looked up at Waylen with weary eyes.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
He draped his arm gently around Rena’s shoulder, whispering soothingly, “Everything will be alright.”
In the afternoon, Waylen made his way to the police station.
He didn’t return to the hospital until midnight.
Entering the ward, he found the soft glow of light, and Rena was lying on her stomach, fast asleep.
Upon hearing his footsteps, Alexis stirred awake and called out like a little kitten, “Daddy.”
Waylen removed his coat and carefully draped it over Rena, protecting her from the cold.
Seated at the head of the bed, Waylen gently lifted Alexis, placing her atop his abdomen before tenderly wrapping her with a cozy blanket.
Having been raised by him, the little girl felt most at ease in his arms, where she nestled closest to his heart.
Tenderly running his fingers through her soft, curly brown hair and touching her gauze-covered leg, Waylen inquired in a hushed tone, “Does it still hurt?”
“It hurts,” Alexis responded, snuggling against his neck with all her might, seeking comfort.