“I’m not sure, but an aunt in the family died a few nights ago.” Devin frowned.

“Died? Do you want to go back then?” Solomon asked in surprise.

“No, it’s my Grandpa’s daughter-in-law so they will deal with their own family affairs. And it has been a few days, anyway. It’s not a big deal.” Devin shook his head and explained succinctly.

Solomon was relieved. He picked up the milk in front of him before drinking it all in one go.

“Then I’ll go back first if there’s nothing else. Let’s do the treatment later.”

“Okay. Do you want me to send you?”

“No.” Solomon waved him off before pushing his wheelchair out of the ward promptly.

It was really strange for them to get along like this. They were very incongruous with each other the last time they met, but the air between them was friendlier this time. They were like family.

Devin also got up and cleaned up the plates and cutleries.

Good news finally came for the pregnant Sabrina a week later as the fetus began to grow rapidly.

“Now that we can see

in his thirties was

face flushed. She then lowered

the way, Darling, how do

a buzzing sound in

just call

was filled with a surging heat that almost drowned her

It was happiness.

to answer, so

was incoherent as he said vaguely about what he wanted. In summary, he wanted two nurseries: one

at her stomach

discovered during the next three days that the man was starting to turn into a super dad. Since she couldn’t get out of the ward, Devin

of baby products,

the items he purchased almost

stern lecture once he returned when she saw that the bottles brought by the deliveryman

was not an excuse

the sun set today, but the man who usually returned early was

he been so addicted to shopping that he forgot to come back? His

little angry and she went to

you can’t

ward was a man in black Solomon had hired and he politely stopped

angrily. “I’m not trying to run, you can rest assured. I just want to look for the stinky man. Why is

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