Sir Ares, Goodnight

Angeline realized that something was wrong and said to Sis Shirley somewhat nervously, "Sis Shirley, both you and Cole are quite fair-toned. Why does the child look so yellow? Perhaps it's jaundice?" Mrs. Yorks came in after talking on the phone. When she heard Angelina's words, Mrs. Yorks had a bad feeling in her stomach. "Could it be hepatitis?"

Sis Shirley said, "No wonder he has been crying so much these days."

Angeline and Mrs. Yorks carried the baby to the town hospital. However, the conditions of the mountainside hospital here were somewhat unfavorable, and even the doctor advised them to take a trip to a bette hospital.

The baby was still too young, so Angeline and the others dared not take such a risk. On that same day, they packed their bags and hired a private cab to immediately rush back to Imperial Capital.

On their way there, Angeline was finding a hard time calming down. Her eyes were filled with intense hesitation and helplessness.

Sis Shirley slept inside the car since a new mother's body was still frail, but it did not dismiss the fear in

Angeline's heart.

to return to Imperial

insisted, saying, "It's true that the last thing I want right now is to return to Imperial Capital and deal with those complicated people and things. But Imperial Capital's medical facilities are the

wonderful lovers. You shouldn' give up on a good person like

charming face turned crimson. She whispered, "Aunt Crystal, did you

body. Angeline, you're obviously living such a painful life, but you've been secretly enduring

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heavily accessorized arms. More than dozens of wounds underneath were marks of self-harm she had done when she was tortured by her disease that was worse than death itself when

was profoundly reflecting on Mrs. Yorks'

44 pounds thinner now, and

herself well, so how