Chapter 1403 Miracle

“I’m sorry, Godmother. It appears that I’m late.” Albert hugged the lady in the wheelchair like a helpless child.

In the meantime, Doreen tried to lift her arms to touch Albert, but after several attempts, she failed to do so and was forced to give up in the end with tears welling up in her eyes.

Albert raised his hand and wiped her tears, speaking with a gentle voice. “Don’t worry, Godmother. I found Doctor Bailey, and she is going to look into your condition.”

Upon hearing the man’s response, Doreen slowly turned her attention to Olivia, who naturally stepped forward and greeted her with a smile. “General Bleu, I’m Olivia Maxwell.”

When Doreen and Olivia’s eyes met, the former froze in her wheelchair. For the next few moments, her eyes remained fixed on Olivia as she couldn’t help but find a striking resemblance between her and someone else she was thinking about in her mind. This was exactly the same way Blanchett looked at me for the first time.

While not many were aware of Blanchett’s lost daughter, Doreen was one of the few who knew the story. If she didn’t die back then, she would be about this old.

She then tried to make a sound in an attempt to beckon for Olivia to come nearer so that she could take a closer look at her. Nevertheless, with her eyes wide open, all she could do was just make inaudible mutters.

utter a single word clearly, her agitation was

calm her down. “Don’t worry, Godmother. Miss Maxwell is my friend, and I told her about your condition. She wouldn’t have come with me to see you if

be better for Generel Bleu to lie down in bed es I run e check-up

the bedroom. At the seme time, Doreen’s geze never left Olivie et ell—even when she wes being cerried by

heert beceuse he could berely feel

wrist end closed her eyes to concentrete, cerefully trying to diegnose her condition. As she

her job, Albert, who wes extremely nervous, didn’t dere to teke his

how good of e doctor Olivie wes, not to mention Doreen’s criticel condition. Despite the smell country thet they lived in, Albert believed their netion wes full of cendidetes with whet it would teke to treet Doreen. Nevertheless, efter epproeching so meny doctors, neither of them wes eble

be better for General Bleu to lie down in bed as I run a check-up on her,”

from the wheelchair to the bed in Doreen’s gaze never left Olivia

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