Thomas Reagan's cold eyes followed Vicdor Blake.
He stood up and went to the emergency room.
"How do you feel?" He looked at Snow Cecy worriedly.
"Much better than before! I had a fever last night and I didn't know who to call. Did I bother you?"
Snow Cecy asked apologetically.
"I'm not bothering you. I'm just worried about you."
Thomas Reagan smiled. His tone was so gentle as if he was coaxing a child.
The nurse was jealous of such a man.
When they were talking, footsteps came from outside.
"Mommy!", Alice came in with Mike.
Mike's eyes were still a little red, as if he had just cried.
"What happened?" Thomas Reagan asked worriedly.
"I just met Vicdor Blake downstairs. He didn't even recognize his son!" Alice gritted her teeth and said crossly, "Mike is sad."
She pinched Mike's face and said, "Mike, you are here to see your mother. Don't make her worry."
Mike sniffed and pulled himself together. Then he rushed to the bed and held Snow Cecy's arm.
