As for the X-ray, since Amelia Foster had taken her daughter for one at the hospital not long after arriving at the May residence, the time interval was too short to do another.
Amelia was eager to take her daughter for a check-up, but this time, the little one seemed to be in more pain than before, struggling even more so that Amelia almost couldn't hold her daughter, nearly letting go.
"Let me." Jeremiah May, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
"Ah?" Amelia was stunned. Even though the person in front of her was just a twelve-year-old child, the aura he carried, plus her daughter in her arms who kept crying out for the big brother, made Amelia involuntarily hand her daughter over to Jeremiah May.
Strangely enough, the little one immediately stopped struggling when she landed in Jeremiah's arms. Her little hands grasped his chest tightly like she was clutching her favorite toy.
