Chapter 122 Pink Or Blue

Lysander furrowed her brows.

She had thought that Harry would stir up some trouble first. Unexpectedly, the first to cause a scene was her mother, Helen Brooks.

As soon as Lysander led Lynn into the ward, they could hear the voice of a middle–aged woman even through. the closed window.

“If all else fails, why not offer the doctor a little gift? What problem can’t that solve? You are just too young and inexperienced in the ways of the world. In this day and age, who would help you without a little. incentive?”

A gift?

Lysander looked to Lynn for answers, but Lynn, utterly bewildered, could only shake her head in response.

Lysander cleared her throat subtly, then gently pushed open the door to the ward.

Upon entering, she saw Priscilla who was pale and hugging her blanket. She looked like a broken puppet, devoid of spirit. Only when she saw her come in did a faint glimmer of life return to her eyes. “Lysander.”

feel any

corners of Priscilla’s lips twitched slightly. “A

in charge of treating Priscilla, right?” Helen greeted warmly, eagerly grabbing Lysander’s

and bony, but it held a surprising strength.

of a piercing sensation from a sharp object on the palm, resulting

something hidden in the palm of

rectangular object

but Helen gave her a mischievous smile. She placed her other hand on top of Lysander’s,

to sense

you want

chuckled. “Of course, of course. I’ve been setting up a nursery at home lately, but I can’t decide on the color of the bedding. Doctor,

and swiftly gave Lysander a knowing

122 Pink Or

department for

The color doesn’t really matter. But it would be best if it’s pure cotton. It’s breathable and

aback, but then she chuckled knowingly. “As expected of Central Hospital, the doctors here

pulled something from her pocket and rubbed it

increasing thickness made its edges all the more piercing

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