Chapter 122 Pink Or Blue

Lysander furrowed her brows.

She had thought that Harry would stir up some trouble first. Unexpectedly, the first to cause a scene was her mother, Helen Brooks.

As soon as Lysander led Lynn into the ward, they could hear the voice of a middle–aged woman even through. the closed window.

“If all else fails, why not offer the doctor a little gift? What problem can’t that solve? You are just too young and inexperienced in the ways of the world. In this day and age, who would help you without a little. incentive?”

A gift?

Lysander looked to Lynn for answers, but Lynn, utterly bewildered, could only shake her head in response.

Lysander cleared her throat subtly, then gently pushed open the door to the ward.

Upon entering, she saw Priscilla who was pale and hugging her blanket. She looked like a broken puppet, devoid of spirit. Only when she saw her come in did a faint glimmer of life return to her eyes. “Lysander.”

you feel any

of Priscilla’s lips twitched slightly. “A

so you’re the doctor in charge of treating Priscilla, right?” Helen greeted warmly,

was slender and bony, but it held a surprising strength. Her grip was so

discomfort wasn’t merely due to pressure, however. It resembled more of a piercing sensation from a sharp object on the palm, resulting in intense

in the

rectangular object and was

Helen gave her a mischievous smile. She placed her other hand on top of Lysander’s, patting the

to sense

free to ask anything you want to know

up a nursery at home lately, but I can’t decide on the color of the bedding. Doctor, what do you think? Should

immediately understood and swiftly

122 Pink Or

obstetrics and gynecology department for so many years, naturally, Lysander understood as

But it would be best if it’s pure cotton. It’s breathable

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