Tara Summer has already moved into the VIP room on the top floor of the obstetrics and gynecology department. The nurses are preparing to conduct pre-surgical health checks on her.
The woman looked very calm, which made Liam Yancey feel even more distressed.
"You all go out first." After entering the room, Liam Yancey instructed coldly.
The nurses and doctors in the room, seeing the man's gloomy and handsome face, were too scared to speak and quickly left.
"You're here..." Tara Summer, wearing a pink patient's gown, leaned against the head of the bed. When she saw the man, she slowly sat up straight, smiled at him, and reached out a hand to signal for him to come over.
Liam Yancey frowned, his steps heavy, and within a few strides, he had reached the bedside. He held her hand and sat down, his dark eyes scrutinizing the smile on her face, trying to find a hint of disguised emotion in her expression.
