Suddenly, a large hand clasped her hand that was dangling in the air.
Immediately after, another one landed on her forehead.
The hand was cold, it contacted her burning forehead and eased Victoria's distress a little.
Victoria opened her eyes to see the man in front of her.
There were no kids in the room, only Hank Clegg.
She had merely had a nightmare.
"Where is the baby…" Victoria attempted to sit up but found herself too weak to move, her throat was also sore.
Hank Clegg did not answer her, but frowned a little: "Why do you sleep without using the blanket?"
She had a fever, but it might not be due to the cold alone.
"Where is the baby?" Victoria's voice broke into a sob, "Why don't you bring them back... you promised me..."
Hank Clegg lifted her up.
"You're sick, I'll take you to the hospital," he stated coldly.
"No... I don't want to go to the hospital, I want to see my baby..." Victoria struggled weakly, "Hank Clegg let me go, I want to find my baby..."
