Grace Thompson gently pressed her fingertips against Charlotte Thompson’s brow, smoothing out the wrinkles.
"As long as I have you all, I’ll always be happy."
Charlotte looked intently.
She felt that she must have used up all her luck to et such obedient and adorable children.
"Oh, so you are here."
A voice sounded beside her ear, and as Charlotte turned her head, she saw Vincent walking over to them.
Charlotte had Grace sit to the side, then she stood up, nodded at Vincent, and said, "Yes, Grace and I are here waiting for the report."
"Uncle Vincent, do I have many more check-ups to do?"
Grace spoke softly at this ti, tilting her head to look at Vincent in front of her, her voice carrying a hint of fatigue.
After all, since arriving at the hospital, she had been doing various check-ups accompanied by Charlotte, and surely was feeling tired.
"Just the last one and you can finish. You’ve worked hard today, Grace."
Vincent lifted his hand from his pocket, gently pressing on Grace’s soft hair, and spoke slowly.
"I’m not tired, Mommy is the one who’s been working hard, she has always been by my side." Grace shook her head instead, pulling on Charlotte’s sleeve softly as she spoke.
Charlotte’s gaze softened, but seeing the obvious fatigue on Grace’s face, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache.
"Then co with , Grace, you might need to wait outside the injection room for a mont." Vincent glanced at the ti on his watch, then looked up at Charlotte.
Charlotte’s brow furrowed slightly upon hearing Vincent’s words, she hadn’t expected these systematic check-ups to be this complex.
Seeing Charlotte’s worried expression, Grace held her palm and pressed it against her cheek, speaking in a crisp voice:
"Mommy, you can wait here for , I’ll be back soon."
"Alright, Mommy will wait here for Grace." With nothing more to say, she didn’t nod, but her expression was filled with concern.
"It’s alright, it’s just a routine procedure, no need to worry."
Vincent, seeing Charlotte’s expression, also spoke to reassure her, and upon seeing her nod, he first took Grace to the injection room.
The injection room was completely isolated and closed off, not very large, with only so prepared dication and a reclining chair.
Vincent signaled Grace to sit on the vacant reclining chair, then turned to start preparing the dication.
Grace looked around nervously, her big eyes darting about, and her hands pressed on the chair silently tightened.
"Grace, are you afraid of pain?"
Vincent asked while organizing the items beside him, his eyes occasionally lifting to look in Grace’s direction.
Sitting obediently on the chair, hearing Vincent’s question, she hesitated slightly before finally shaking her head.
"Not afraid."
Though she said so, Grace’s gaze lingered on the syringe on the tray.
Noticing Grace’s gaze, Vincent lowered his voice, as if using this to comfort Grace.
"Grace, if you’re scared, you can close your eyes."
Grace pressed her lips tightly, but ultimately she did not choose to close her eyes as Vincent suggested; instead, she actively stretched her arm towards Vincent.
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