"I just called Forrest and told him not to co today.
If I have to stay here for another day and night, I might also get exhausted.
So the best solution now is... you go back and rest, and co replace tonight.
You haven’t taken care of Miya before, so you’re not familiar with her condition; it’s better for to accompany her during the day."
Hunter Warren pondered for a mont and then nodded: "Alright, I’ll head back and co by in the afternoon."
"Okay."
After Hunter Warren left, Faye Townsend felt the tension in her nerves finally ease a bit.
She was still troubled, wondering why she fell asleep in Hunter Warren’s arms last night.
Why did she rember... the feeling of his embrace.
After Oliver Turner returned ho, he took a shower and played with Darnley for an hour, before going upstairs to rest.
Lying in bed, recalling the feeling of holding Faye Townsend as he slept last night, his lips curved into a full smile, happiness written all over his face.
He was truly a pri example of taking things for granted.
Slowly closing his eyes, he was about to fall asleep when he suddenly thought of Faye Townsend’s personality; if he went to replace her in the afternoon, she might not be willing to co back.
Without hesitation, he got up and went to her room, intending to pack so change of clothes for her.
In case she really didn’t co back in the afternoon, he would have her rest at the hospital.
Having her by his side made him feel at ease.
Thinking this, Hunter Warren’s steps beca much lighter.
He entered her room and approached her wardrobe.
Among the racks full of won’s clothing stood out a single n’s white shirt hanging prominently.
He frowned and stepped forward to take down the white shirt, and upon seeing the label on the collar, Hunter Warren’s expression darkened.
Six years ago, one night, he had too much to drink and, in a daze, he rembered seeing Faye Townsend.
Later, when he woke up at Zenia Yates’ house, he found it absurd and thought it was just a dream.
After that, he also wanted to find Faye Townsend to ask if he had co to her while drunk.
But her attitude towards him grew colder, to the point where... he missed many opportunities.
This piece of clothing was unmistakably his, no doubt about it.
All his clothes were handmade, mostly by the sa designer, so the labels on his clothes were embroidered with the pinyin of his na, JUE.
He clutched the clothes tightly in his hands when Darnley trotted in.
Seeing him there, Darnley walked in slowly: "Second Master Warren, why are you here?"
"I... ca in to pack so clothes for your mom, she hasn’t changed outfits today yet."
"Is that so?" Darnley kept his gaze on the white shirt in his hands as he spoke.
"You can’t touch that shirt, or my mom will be angry if she finds out."
"Why would your mom be angry?"
"I don’t know, it should be mom’s treasured item.
Anyway, she never lets Miya and touch this shirt.
That’s why mom hangs it so high up."
Darnley pointed upwards: "Put it back quickly, I won’t tell mom you touched it."
"Alright." Hunter Warren turned and put the shirt back.
He walked over and ruffled Darnley’s hair, leading him out: "What do you need for?"
"I wanted to see if you’ve rested. If you haven’t, I can kindly keep you company."
"Alright, let’s go, I really need you now."
At around three in the afternoon, Faye Townsend lay on her side resting at the bedside.
Miya was reading a storybook by herself.
Even though there were many words she didn’t recognize, just looking at the pictures made her very happy.
When Hunter Warren ca in, Faye Townsend was completely unaware.
However, Miya excitedly called out "Uncle Hunter Warren," her voice loud enough to rouse the sleeping Faye Townsend.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at Hunter Warren.
Then she raised her wrist to check the ti: "It’s only three, why are you here already?"
"Couldn’t sleep." Hunter Warren placed a small bag on the sofa and looked at Miya: "Miya, did you miss at all since I wasn’t here all morning?"
"Of course I did, Uncle. I’m sorry you couldn’t get a proper rest because of ."
Hunter Warren ruffled her hair: "Little girl, it’s okay not to sweet-talk so much.
You’re so cute and well-behaved, Uncle is happy to take care of you."
Miya giggled, a wide smile on her face.
"Faye Townsend, go back and rest, from now until tomorrow morning, I’ll take care of Miya."
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