"Yes, Mommy, Grace is definitely okay..."
Hank Battleson choked up as he spoke, breathing deeply while also holding back his own tears.
Aside from Cyrus, he was the oldest of these children, and although he was distressed, he knew he should first comfort his younger siblings who were quite frightened.
As he spoke, he walked over to Jack and Chad.
"Mommy knows, Mommy knows..."
Charlotte Thompson murmured softly, but she couldn’t help tightening her arms, encircling Olivia in her embrace.
"Doctor Vincent, please go in and take a look now."
The nurse’s urging voice sounded, and upon hearing this, Charlotte looked up to see Vincent heading towards the ergency room.
He seed to have been called over on short notice, putting on his white coat as he walked.
"Charlotte?"
From afar, Vincent had already noticed the few people in the hallway; his gaze swept over Justin Battleson.
Just now, he had been wondering what kind of important people had managed to urgently summon several doctors to the hospital.
"Vincent..." Charlotte’s voice was a bit hoarse.
Upon hearing this, Justin’s gaze flickered slightly. How did Charlotte know this doctor?
"Don’t worry, the child will be okay." Vincent had originally t Charlotte’s six children when he was in Ashton, but now he only saw five.
Adding to that, the mont the nurse called him over and ntioned that a child needed ergency care, Vincent already had a suspicion.
Charlotte’s lips trembled, but she couldn’t utter a word.
Vincent didn’t dare delay any further, gave Charlotte a reassuring look, and hurried into the ergency room following the nurse.
Charlotte’s gaze remained fixed on the light of the ergency room, her eyes swelled with tears.
The children’s soft cries gradually diminished, restoring the usual silence of the hospital corridor.
Never had Charlotte felt ti pass so slowly, painfully squeezing her heart.
Until the mont the ergency room’s light went out, everyone anxiously surged forward.
Vincent, wearing a mask, walked out from inside, and without a second thought, Charlotte grabbed his arm.
"Vincent, how is Grace doing?"
Her eyes still slightly red, she bit her lip as she spoke, leaving a pale mark.
"Relax, Grace is now out of danger."
Vincent, having removed his mask, spoke gently to Charlotte, but his face showed no hint of a smile, which made Charlotte’s already tense heart tighten again.
"It’s just..." Vincent looked at Charlotte in front of him, hesitating to continue.
"What is it?" Charlotte’s throat felt dry.
Charlotte prayed incessantly in her heart that her daughter was all right, but seeing Vincent’s serious expression, she felt incredibly tense.
She even thought about turning around and leaving imdiately, fearful of what unbearable news Vincent might deliver.
At that mont, Justin Battleson, seeing her distressed, pulled Charlotte back into his arms, his palm gently stroking the outside of her arm for comfort.
"Doctor, what is the condition of my daughter? Why did she suddenly suffer a nosebleed and faint?" Justin asked solemnly.
"Charlotte."
Vincent lifted his eyes to look at Charlotte, seeming to have deliberated for a long ti before deciding to disclose the harsh truth.
"Your daughter has a heart condition."
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