Amelia's mind was in chaos, wanting to calm herself down, but the next second the man abruptly pulled her over his shoulder, his large hand forcibly holding her head still, "Don't move, it'll be over soon."
Then slender, clean fingers squeezed out the transparent ointment and gently applied it to her skin.
The ointment was slightly cool, with a faint herbal scent, bringing true comfort when applied to the wound.
He applied it delicately and carefully, and by the time he finished wrapping the gauze, Amelia had fallen asleep again.
However, her sleep was extremely restless, muttering softly, her voice barely a whisper, "Don't, please don't...your...child..."
Daniel's eyes darkened, thinking she was dreaming about her miscarriage years ago, his raised hand hesitated in midair.
"Don't die...Mother...please don't leave me..."
Seeing the woman's tear-streaked eyelashes, his tense heartstrings finally relaxed, but the lines on his brow deepened.
