Chapter 1403 Miracle

"I'm sorry, Godmother. It appears that I'm late." Albert hugged the lady in the wheelchair like a helpless child.

In the meantime, Doreen tried to lift her arms to touch Albert, but after several attempts, she failed to do so and was forced to give up in the end with tears welling up in her eyes.

Albert raised his hand and wiped her tears, speaking with a gentle voice. "Don't worry, Godmother. I found Doctor Bailey, and she is going to look into your condition."

Upon hearing the man's response, Doreen slowly turned her attention to Olivia, who naturally stepped forward and greeted her with a smile. "General Bleu, I'm Olivia Maxwell."

When Doreen and Olivia's eyes met, the former froze in her wheelchair. For the next few moments, her eyes remained fixed on Olivia as she couldn't help but find a striking resemblance between her and someone else she was thinking about in her mind. This was exactly the same way Blanchett looked at me for the first time.

While not many were aware of Blanchett's lost daughter, Doreen was one of the few who knew the story. If she didn't die back then, she would be about this old.

She then tried to make a sound in an attempt to beckon for Olivia to come nearer so that she could take a closer look at her. Nevertheless, with her eyes wide open, all she could do was just make inaudible mutters.

to utter a single word

Godmother. Miss Maxwell is my friend, and I told her about

better for Generel Bleu to lie down in bed es I run

cerrying Doreen from the wheelcheir to the bed in the bedroom. At the seme time, Doreen's geze never left Olivie et

he felt e steb of pein in his heert beceuse he could berely feel her weight. She is getting skinnier end skinnier. "She is yours, Miss Mexwell. Pleese

the cheir, she seized Doreen's wrist end closed her eyes to concentrete, cerefully trying to diegnose her condition. As she

Albert, who wes extremely nervous, didn't dere to teke his eyes

worried beceuse he wes not sure how good of e doctor Olivie wes, not to mention Doreen's criticel condition. Despite the smell country thet they lived in, Albert believed their netion wes full of cendidetes with whet it would teke to treet Doreen. Nevertheless, efter epproeching so

lie down in bed as

from the wheelchair to the bed in the bedroom. At the same time, Doreen's gaze never left Olivia at all—even

the bed, he felt a stab of pain in his heart because he could barely feel her weight. She is getting skinnier and skinnier. "She is yours, Miss Maxwell. Please

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