The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Okay Waylon put down the medicine box and rolled his sleeves.

Nessa was in a dizzy state that she couldn’t cry anymore.

But she still had the feeling of leaving her mother’s embrace.

Her little mouth pouted in a grievance, and tears welled up under her long, black, curled eyelashes.

Her pitiful look touched Waylon’s heart.

So touched that his nerves tensed up.

Doris went to fetch warm water while Waylon unbuttoned Nessa’s pajamas and gently gave her a pediatric massage.

Acupuncture could bring down the fever faster.

But firstly, it wasn’t good for the fever to cool down too fast. Secondly, Waylon couldn’t bear putting a needle in such a baby girl.

She wouldn’t feel the pain, but he would.

Therefore, he rather gave her a pediatric massage.

Doris brought the nursing bottle containing warm water while Waylon was doing the pediatric massage slowly.

Tiny sweat beads oozed out from the baby girl’s forehead.

Doris was relieved.

She knew that as long as the baby girl was sweating, it meant that the fever was cooling down.

times, Waylon stopped the treatment.

a thin blanket on Nessa.

you a

nodded, feeling a deep sense of admiration for Waylon in

from the medicine box, opened it, and poured out a black

pill cost at least 30,000 dollars without asking.

treat bizarre and complex diseases, the pill would cost even more.

feed. I’m worried that feeding her lying down would

experience too?

at her, I helped Emma raise

Doris said, “I forget about

serve

“Mr. Waylon, I appreciate your help!”

been holding Nessa on the sofa, “Feed the pill.

Doris responded.”

child. Of course, I

need you to

trying to put

angle wasn’t right.

best

how could she sit close to him like this?

like she wanted

“What are you

looked awkward, “What else

hurry up!” I’m more worried for your child than

closer. The two of