Nia Mitchell nodded, frowning as she listened to the doctor's words.
She turned around and glanced at Fiona Sutton, quietly sleeping on the hospital bed.
"So the baby is saved for now, right?"
Nia Mitchell's eyes were full of pain. Why does Fiona have to go through these things?
"For now it is, but if the patient remains in this condition, miscarriage is just a matter of time."
The doctor's words felt like a death sentence.
"I understand, thank you."
Nia nodded, turning to the bedside, reaching out to gently caress her hair.
Maxwell Peary also furrowed his brows tightly, still uncertain whether that person really was Yancy Hastings.
Could it be intentional by someone?
Returning to the control room, Maxwell Peary fixed his eyes on the surveillance footage, watching the man in the corridor wearing a baseball cap, always keeping his head down.
The build is very similar, but...
There are many differences.
For instance...
