After Sophia Hamilton cried for a while, Evander Lancaster gently nudged her, "Stop crying. I was the one who got hit, why are you crying?" Her small fists pounded on him without any mercy.
"I don't want to see you!" Sophia pouted and glared at him.
"Alright, you won't. I'll check on the ward, and you should get up and eat." Evander sighed, got off the bed, walked to the wardrobe to grab clean clothes, changed, and walked out of the lounge without even having breakfast.
"Bastard!" Sophia cursed at the door, got up from the bed, moved over to the sofa in front of the small coffee table, and opened the food boxes one by one.
Plain porridge and small dishes, though light, were not something a hungry pregnant woman could be picky about. She held the food boxes and devoured the contents.
...
Willow Lancaster was settled in a private hospital room, no longer in life danger, but she had lost a lot of blood and her pale face was still visible.
