Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

q“Okay, okay. Why don't I sleep here with you guys tonight? Then, you'll have nothing to be afraid of.”

Morgan held both Gamma and Beta in her arms, hoping to soothe their fears.

Beta's tears and snot dampened the entire front of her shirt, but Morgan did not mind. She even reached out to wipe her nose with her bare hands.

“Don't cry . Let me tell you girls a story...”

With that, Morgan began telling a bedtime story from memory. Not long after that, she herself began to nod off.

Beta, too, fell asleep along with her.

Gamma, however, could not fall asleep. She continued watching Fifi on her perch outside with big, tearful eyes. Then, she whispered desperately to herself, “Fifi, can you help me find Mommy?”

After getting injured in the fire, Fifi had been receiving treatments. Although its condition had greatly improved, it still could not fly very well. Hence, it spent most of its days resting on its perch.

Despite that, Fifi cocked its head as if it understood Gamma's plea. It cooed twice and pecked its wings as if to tell Gamma that it was too injured to fly for the time being.

As Gamma looked at Fifi's injured wings, she sighed hopelessly. Then, she, too, fell asleep.

It seems that my plan to find Mommy will have to be put on pause for now... I wonder where's Aunt Charlotte. I miss her so much...

not sleep a wink

saw Raina emerge from the ward,

“The major injury is the wound on the back of her head. Some

asked anxiously. “Will there be any long-term

of her uncertainty. “I'll have to observe it

reply made Charlotte's

“Go home and get some rest. You've been up all night.

go home,” Lupine echoed softly. “I have arranged

had walked two steps away, she suddenly recalled something. She quickly pulled Raina aside and asked, “Are there any specialists in other hospitals that are

to treat it. The difference lies in their level of expertise...” Raina was a little puzzled by Charlotte's question. “Ms. Lindberg, why are you asking

you'll be rether helpless soon,”

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“I knew it...”

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