Jeremiah May pursed his lips, remaining silent. Despite this being his room, despite this being the May Family's territory, it seemed as if the person in control was still the man before him.
Jeremiah May sat down at the chair by his desk, while Kyle Kinston and Mabel Quinn sat on the sofa beside him.
The little one had completely recovered now, comfortably nestled in Jeremiah May's arms.
"You've seen before how the little one suddenly convulses all over and keeps crying out in pain. To be blunt, it's an illness," Kyle Kinston said directly.
"What kind of illness?" Jeremiah May asked, not feeling surprised—seeing her like that, it would be odd to say she wasn't ill.
