Michael looked back and saw Molly tilting her head, falling into a deep sleep.
He noticed her slender, pale hand tightly holding her lower abdomen as if trying to grasp something important.
Seeing her like this, Michael's heart sank.
The moment Jake closed the car door, he stopped him, and with a long step, got in the car.
"To the hospital."
The door slammed shut with a "bang."
Jake urgently drove to the nearest hospital.
"Do you want to wear a mask?" Jake glanced at Michael through the rearview mirror and reminded him.
Michael's brows slightly furrowed, and after a moment's thought, he put on a mask.
They arrived at the hospital quickly, and by the time Molly was transferred out of the emergency room, it was already late at night.
The Thompson family had all rushed to the hospital. Michael watched them from the shadows for a moment before turning around and leaving.
When Molly woke up, it was already the next day.
