You Are My One and Only

Chapter 2

The man in the car revealed his face, but he looked nothing like Scott and Stellan as Sylvie had claimed because he was a bald, middle-aged man wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Disappointment washed over Sylvie’s eyes, and she hung her tiny head while the man chided them a little.

Hence, Patricia quickly apologized, saying they had the wrong person.

Then, she picked up Sylvie.

"Sylvie Aniston, that’s enough.Let’s go home."

… Late at night, Patricia drove a second-hand Toyota and stopped it right before the OTG Hospital entrance.

"Hey, you can’t stop your car here!"

Ignoring the security trying to stop her, Patricia picked up her baby daughter from the passenger seat and dashed into the hospital without shoes on.

Right now, she couldn’t hear or see anything, and all she could think about was emergency care for her daughter! "Doctor, doctor!"

With her daughter in her arms, she ran into the emergency department, trembling.

"Please save my daughter quickly.She’s having convulsions from the fever!" she cried, tears rolling down her face.

Hurriedly, the doctor took over the unconscious child.

"Wait outside.We’ll administer first aid and save her."

emergency rescue on the child while the nurse

first.Given her condition, she’ll have to be hospitalized and maybe needs to be admitted

her head, Patricia answered, "Okay, please

happen to Sylvie, she thought.What if the fever damages her brain? She was still alright when they returned from Lochner City, but unexpectedly, she started to

think further, she

the hospital entrance as a group of men

in the front was the tallest, and he had

the top, making him appear even more aloof, while his deep-set features and dark eyes, which pointed

he exuded an authoritative aura and

he went, people would

someone coming her way, and all of a sudden, she felt a jolt of pain in her head as she banged into a

"Woah!"

balance as she fell to the side, and a familiar smell wafted to her nose.Out of reflex, the man extended his long arm and held her by the

"Thank you…"

her head, met his cold,

the chills from his eyes.Is this guy made of ice? she thought.He steadied her and reminded her emotionlessly, "Miss, please

continued to walk forward, leaving only

Patricia snapped back to her senses in disgruntlement when he

and snapped, "Sir,

who walked into

the elevator

was wearing old-fashioned pajamas, had

word he had

her feet were scarlet from the