Tinder watched Avery touching her belly. He knew she was worried about the baby and hurried to tell her, "Mrs. Howel, the baby is fine. She's in the thermotank."
"She?"
"Yeah, she's a pretty girl." Too bad, she had a birthmark on her face.
"You mean, I give birth to the baby?" Avery couldn't believe it. She gave birth to the baby, and she was alive.
Was she really poisoned?
Avery spent a long time lying on the bed. She had no strength. But she still held her body to sit up. But she lost balance and almost fell. It was lucky that Tinder held her.
"Mrs. Howel, don't get up so soon. You just wake up. I'll get Mr. Howel. He'd be delighted."
Tinder wanted to say Evan was more than delighted. If he knew Avery was awake, happy was the weakest word to describe his feelings.
"I want to see my daughter."
