The female doctor drew blood from Skye Brown and treated her wounds simply.
Fearing Skye might be pregnant, she didn't dare give her any antipyretic even though she had a fever.
She could only let Dylan Wellington sit by the bed to watch over Skye and observe her condition.
The doctor herself took the detection equipment and blood samples to the next room to conduct an HCG test.
After the doctor left, only Skye and Dylan were left in the room.
The room's tranquility, accompanied by Skye's faint breathing, enveloped the luxurious lounge in silence.
Dylan Wellington's deep and obscure gaze was fixated on Skye's small, palm-sized face.
This was a face he was very familiar with.
She used to smile, looking at him with her bright almond-shaped eyes.
When she smiled, the corners of her lips would slightly curl up, and there would be cute dimples on her cheeks.
When angry, a playful shine would flicker in her almond-shaped eyes.
