After eating a donut and drinking a large cup of juice, there was still no one in sight...
Molly's little face was gradually turning pale.
Her soft little body was about to slump onto the grandstand.
"Tired?" Chester Yale stood by her side, constantly watching the Little Princess's abnormal behavior.
Noticing her drooping little head, he moved forward, picked her up.
Gazing at her pale little face, he shivered slightly, "Molly, are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"Daddy, my tummy hurts…" The Little Princess held her stomach and nestled pitifully into Chester's arms.
"Start the car, we're going to the hospital right now!" Chester's expression changed and he yelled at the bodyguard next to him, before stepping quickly towards the exit of the amusement park with Molly in his arms.
When he reached the door, he hesitated slightly, casting glances around him.
He'd originally planned to follow Molly's wishes, to see who she was waiting for, but it seems he was worrying over nothing.
