Chapter 1273: Sleeping Peacefully On The Bed
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It was already midnight when Taylor returned to the hospital. She glanced at the quiet corridor and walked ahead. She could only hear the sound of her footsteps tapping against the cold tiles.
Taylor stood in front of a room and simply gazed at a half-closed door. The lights seemed to be off in Amy's ward. She slowly approached Amy's bed and her eyes softened. The eyes of the little girl seemed to be closed, but her breathing was uneven. Taylor frowned and took a closer look, only to find that Amy was sweating profusely. Her brows were knitted tightly.
Taylor stared at the little girl blankly for a moment before she came back to her senses. In an instant, she forgot all about Louis and Janet. Was Amy having a nightmare? Taylor panicked, but she realized that she could not do anything about it.
In fact, ever since she had found out that she was pregnant with Amy, Taylor had treated Amy as the sole person she loved and cared about in her life. Everything Taylor did was to help give a better life to Amy.
She had always known that when it came to Amy's life, she could only depend on herself. No one could help her. Even after this, Taylor had never been a person to complain. Instead, she was happy to find opportunities to serve her little daughter. She was never tired of it. At the present moment, however, Taylor felt utterly helpless. She hated herself now, but she could do nothing about it.
People always felt helpless in the face of reality, but they had to struggle to live in spite of the vulnerability.
Taylor's mind was a mess at that time. She wanted to do so many things for Amy, but her hands were tied. It was at that time when Taylor heard a small voice, and she instantly turned her head to Amy again, who was calling out for Taylor in short gasps. "Mom... Mom... I don't feel well. "
A teardrop escaped the corner of Taylor's eyes. The more terrible Amy felt, the more pained and distressed Taylor became. Unfortunately, she could do nothing but slightly snuggle close to her daughter and pat her on the body gently. "Amy, it's all right. I'm here with you. You won't feel terrible for too long."
Tears streamed down from Taylor's face to Amy's skin, which made the latter feel itchy. Amy stretched out her hand to scratch her skin and furrowed her eyebrows. At this moment, her eyelids fluttered and opened.
"Mom, why are you crying?"
The soft voice of this young girl startled Taylor,
ld Amy's face so that Amy was looking straight into her eyes. Her face was stern, as if there wasn't a trace of emotions on her face. "Amy, I will save you. When you recover, I will accompany you and do everything you like every day!"
At this time, Taylor thought that if God was willing to take pity on her and give her this last chance, she would be willing to pay any price in exchange for her daughter's life. If Amy could get better, Taylor would spend the rest of her life to give the little girl the happiest future.
Amy was startled at her mother's resolution. Millions of thoughts about the future Taylor talked about flashed through her mind. A shred of hope for the future sparked in Amy's eyes. The corner of Amy's mouth moved to form a wide grin that even showed off her white teeth.
Taylor's heart melted after seeing her daughter's smile. She felt that everything she had done so far was worth it. Whatever Taylor would do in the future, she would be happy as long as she could see Amy's warm smile.
Even though she had prepared well for putting Emily to death, Darren still hadn't given her any order. Taylor made up her mind to put this matter to an end as soon as possible.
She didn't care about the plan that Darren had drafted and what kind of hatred he had for Jacob. The only thing she wanted to do now was to save her daughter.
Taylor gently patted Amy's head and sang a soft tune only to find that the latter had fallen asleep a few moments later. This time, Taylor was quiet and didn't make any sound.
She didn't sleep the whole night and kept staring at her daughter's angelic face.
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It was already midnight when Taylor returned to the hospital. She glanced at the quiet corridor and walked ahead. She could only hear the sound of her footsteps tapping against the cold tiles.
Taylor stood in front of a room and simply gazed at a half-closed door. The lights seemed to be off in Amy's ward. She slowly approached Amy's bed and her eyes softened. The eyes of the little girl seemed to be closed, but her breathing was uneven. Taylor frowned and took a closer look, only to find that Amy was sweating profusely. Her brows were knitted tightly.
Taylor stared at the little girl blankly for a moment before she came back to her senses. In an instant, she forgot all about Louis and Janet. Was Amy having a nightmare? Taylor panicked, but she realized that she could not do anything about it.
In fact, ever since she had found out that she was pregnant with Amy, Taylor had treated Amy as the sole person she loved and cared about in her life. Everything Taylor did was to help give a better life to Amy.
She had always known that when it came to Amy's life, she could only depend on herself. No one could help her. Even after this, Taylor had never been a person to complain. Instead, she was happy to find opportunities to serve her little daughter. She was never tired of it. At the present moment, however, Taylor felt utterly helpless. She hated herself now, but she could do nothing about it.
People always felt helpless in the face of reality, but they had to struggle to live in spite of the vulnerability.
Taylor's mind was a mess at that time. She wanted to do so many things for Amy, but her hands were tied. It was at that time when Taylor heard a small voice, and she instantly turned her head to Amy again, who was calling out for Taylor in short gasps. "Mom... Mom... I don't feel well. "
A teardrop escaped the corner of Taylor's eyes. The more terrible Amy felt, the more pained and distressed Taylor became. Unfortunately, she could do nothing but slightly snuggle close to her daughter and pat her on the body gently. "Amy, it's all right. I'm here with you. You won't feel terrible for too long."
Tears streamed down from Taylor's face to Amy's skin, which made the latter feel itchy. Amy stretched out her hand to scratch her skin and furrowed her eyebrows. At this moment, her eyelids fluttered and opened.
"Mom, why are you crying?"
The soft voice of this young girl startled Taylor,
ld Amy's face so that Amy was looking straight into her eyes. Her face was stern, as if there wasn't a trace of emotions on her face. "Amy, I will save you. When you recover, I will accompany you and do everything you like every day!"
At this time, Taylor thought that if God was willing to take pity on her and give her this last chance, she would be willing to pay any price in exchange for her daughter's life. If Amy could get better, Taylor would spend the rest of her life to give the little girl the happiest future.
Amy was startled at her mother's resolution. Millions of thoughts about the future Taylor talked about flashed through her mind. A shred of hope for the future sparked in Amy's eyes. The corner of Amy's mouth moved to form a wide grin that even showed off her white teeth.
Taylor's heart melted after seeing her daughter's smile. She felt that everything she had done so far was worth it. Whatever Taylor would do in the future, she would be happy as long as she could see Amy's warm smile.
Even though she had prepared well for putting Emily to death, Darren still hadn't given her any order. Taylor made up her mind to put this matter to an end as soon as possible.
She didn't care about the plan that Darren had drafted and what kind of hatred he had for Jacob. The only thing she wanted to do now was to save her daughter.
Taylor gently patted Amy's head and sang a soft tune only to find that the latter had fallen asleep a few moments later. This time, Taylor was quiet and didn't make any sound.
She didn't sleep the whole night and kept staring at her daughter's angelic face.
It was already midnight when Taylor returned to the hospital. She glanced at the quiet corridor and walked ahead. She could only hear the sound of her footsteps tapping against the cold tiles. Taylor stood in front of a room and simply gazed at a half-closed door. The lights seemed to be off in Amy's ward. She slowly approached Amy's bed and her eyes softened. The eyes of the little girl seemed to be closed, but her breathing was uneven. Taylor frowned and took a closer look, only to find that Amy was sweating profusely. Her brows were knitted tightly. Taylor stared at the little girl blankly for a moment before she came back to her senses. In an instant, she forgot all about Louis and Janet. Was Amy having a nightmare? Taylor panicked, but she realized that she could not do anything about it. In fact, ever since she had found out that she was pregnant with Amy, Taylor had treated Amy as the sole person she loved and cared about in her life. Everything Taylor did was to help give a better life to Amy. She had always known that when it came to Amy's life, she could only depend on herself. No one could help her. Even after this, Taylor had never been a person to complain. Instead, she was happy to find opportunities to serve her little daughter. She was never tired of it. At the present moment, however, Taylor felt utterly helpless. She hated herself now, but she could do nothing about it. People always felt helpless in the face of reality, but they had to struggle to live in spite of the vulnerability. Taylor's mind was a mess at that time. She wanted to do so many things for Amy, but her hands were tied. It was at that time when Taylor heard a small voice, and she instantly turned her head to Amy again, who was calling out for Taylor in short gasps. "Mom... Mom... I don't feel well. "A teardrop escaped the corner of Taylor's eyes. The more terrible Amy felt, the more pained and distressed Taylor became. Unfortunately, she could do nothing but slightly snuggle close to her daughter and pat her on the body gently. "Amy, it's all right. I'm here with you. You won't feel terrible for too long."Tears streamed down from Taylor's face to Amy's skin, which made the latter feel itchy. Amy stretched out her hand to scratch her skin and furrowed her eyebrows. At this moment, her eyelids fluttered and opened. "Mom, why are you crying?"The soft voice of this young girl startled Taylor, ld Amy's face so that Amy was looking straight into her eyes. Her face was stern, as if there wasn't a trace of emotions on her face. "Amy, I will save you. When you recover, I will accompany you and do everything you like every day!"At this time, Taylor thought that if God was willing to take pity on her and give her this last chance, she would be willing to pay any price in exchange for her daughter's life. If Amy could get better, Taylor would spend the rest of her life to give the little girl the happiest future. Amy was startled at her mother's resolution. Millions of thoughts about the future Taylor talked about flashed through her mind. A shred of hope for the future sparked in Amy's eyes. The corner of Amy's mouth moved to form a wide grin that even showed off her white teeth. Taylor's heart melted after seeing her daughter's smile. She felt that everything she had done so far was worth it. Whatever Taylor would do in the future, she would be happy as long as she could see Amy's warm smile. Even though she had prepared well for putting Emily to death, Darren still hadn't given her any order. Taylor made up her mind to put this matter to an end as soon as possible. She didn't care about the plan that Darren had drafted and what kind of hatred he had for Jacob. The only thing she wanted to do now was to save her daughter. Taylor gently patted Amy's head and sang a soft tune only to find that the latter had fallen asleep a few moments later. This time, Taylor was quiet and didn't make any sound. She didn't sleep the whole night and kept staring at her daughter's angelic face.
