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

corners of Priscilla’s lips twitched

the doctor in charge of treating Priscilla, right?” Helen greeted warmly, eagerly

bony, but it held a surprising strength. Her

wasn’t merely due to pressure, however. It resembled more of a piercing sensation from

something hidden in the

rectangular object and

her other hand on top of Lysander’s, patting the back of her hand gently. “Doctor, there are some things we’d like to

to sense

without any change in her expression, pulling her hand back with force. “Feel free to ask anything you want to know as long

a nursery at home lately, but I can’t decide on the color of the bedding. Doctor, what

Lynn immediately understood and swiftly gave Lysander

Pink

department for so many years, naturally, Lysander understood

The color doesn’t really matter. But it would be best if it’s pure cotton. It’s breathable and better

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