"Here, a gift for our meeting," Lily Smith tossed a seashell onto the bed, addressing Samuel Johnson, "though you look pretty unimpressive and not at all heroic, since you are my daddy, I guess I'll have to look out for you."
Lily spoke with the tone of someone dealing with a younger brother.
Amanda Smith was bewildered.
Samuel Johnson laughed.
He looked at Lily, clutching the snow-white seashell in his hand, his face full of joy.
Though it was their first meeting, the thought that this was the child he and Amanda Smith shared made him feel a surge of affection.
He wanted to reach out and touch Lily's chubby little face, but she swatted his hand away and glared at him, "Cut it out. Don't touch me."
Her tone was very noble and aloof.
After doing all this, Lily walked from the edge of the bed, took Amanda Smith's hand, and said, "Mommy, let's go."
The doctor had been waiting for a while, he nodded at Amanda Smith, then stood up to lead her out of the ward.
