"Abigail, is the baby you're holding George Piers?" Ruby Green sat in her wheelchair, looking fierce.
Abigail looked at Ruby, who had been lethargic a moment ago but was now arrogant again. She glanced down at the sleepy little Teddy, gently swaying and patting his back. "Teddy, be good, sleep now..."
Because he had cried earlier and just fed, the little guy soon closed his eyes and fell asleep in Abigail's arms.
Only then did Abigail look up at Ruby. Thinking about Aunt Claudia's uncertain condition, her black eyes flickered with thin anger, her tone mocking. "Yeah, so what?"
"Give him to me." As soon as Ruby heard it was George Piers, she immediately pushed her wheelchair, trying to snatch the child from Abigail.
Abigail took a step back, looking down at Ruby in the wheelchair. "Isn't the pain from last time enough, or do you think that because you captured Aunt Claudia, I'll be absolutely obedient?"
