“President Isaac, you have helped me a lot today, so thank you very much!”
However, Isaac didn’t intend to leave. He leaned lazily on the sofa and looked at her with a deep gaze.
“Just remember what I’ve done for you.”
Patricia thought to herself, He isn’t thinking of a way to get me to give him more money, right?
She kept feeling a little uneasy, but it was not appropriate to simply drive him away.
After all, she was relying on him to survive right now. If she didn’t listen to him, one order from him would cause her to lose her job.
Patricia tucked Sylvie in the quilt, then sat in the chair beside the bed and kept looking at her daughter.
As for Isaac, he just looked at her back like this, and the two had nothing to say.
By the time Sylvie received all of her drips, it was already past 2.00AM. Patricia yawned and rang the bell.
The nurse quickly came in, and she blushed slightly when she saw the man with crossed legs on the sofa.
When any woman looked at such a handsome man, they would surely blush and feel their heartbeat racing!
She pulled the needle out and gave Patricia the medicine.
“This is Sylvie’s medicine. Please give it to her three times a day after her meals.”
Patricia took it and said, “Thank you! Do we have to come over tomorrow for more injections?”
The nurse replied, “Yes, she needs to take the injections for three consecutive days.”
Patricia nodded and answered, “Okay.”
Before leaving, the nurse glanced at the handsome man on the sofa, then slowly walked out of the ward.
Patricia put the medicine in the bag, then bent down to carry Sylvie.
Suddenly, a pair of big hands grabbed her wrist, and a low-pitched voice sounded.
“I’ll carry her.”
Patricia turned her head to look at him. “It’s okay. I carry her often, and she’s quite heavy.”
How could she let him carry her? Although this little girl was not heavy, it required a lot of strength to carry her for a long time.
Nonetheless, she was used to it. As a mother, she had carried Sylvie all the time, especially since the little girl was a clingy child who didn’t like to walk. Hence, she often carried her daughter.
Isaac smiled coldly. “I can even carry you together with her.”
After speaking, he reached out and pinched her waist. “Would you like to try it?”
Questioning his strength meant he would let her know that begging for mercy was useless.
Patricia blushed. What did he say?
What he said about carrying her and Sylvie made her think of that scene which made her feel so self-conscious. After all, she was not a child.
“No. I know that you are strong!”
Isaac saw her blushing; her originally fair little face was flushed, which made her even cuter.
As he picked up Sylvie, she moved a little and mumbled, “Daddy…”
Hearing this, Isaac slightly curled the corner of his lips. If his child was at this age, she would surely call him that!
When Patricia heard this, her nose burned slightly.
Although the three children never talked about looking for their father, they always thought of that person whenever they were sick.
The saddest thing was that she didn’t know where he was, and she didn’t even know what he looked like. She was really a failed mother.
Patricia put the little quilt on the hospital bed over Sylvie. Earlier on, Josephine and the rest had covered the little girl with it.
Sylvie suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Isaac with a vague expression, then she held his neck tightly.
“Daddy… You have to stay by my side all the time, okay?”
After speaking, she cried a little and fell asleep again.
Patricia froze for a moment before she patted Sylvie’s back lightly.
“Sylvie, go to sleep. We’ll be home soon.”
If she let Sylvie hear her voice, the girl would be able to sleep soundly.
When Isaac saw Patricia’s red eyes, he carried Sylvie with one hand and held Patricia’s shoulder with the other.
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