Butler Santana held Little Clementine, Jasmine Yale was holding an umbrella, their faces were both anxious and tense.
Especially Jasmine Yale, her face was pale, and her eyes were red from worry.
Little Clementine had a fever after being born, but none were serious; this time it was the worst.
It might have something to do with the recent weather.
Recently, the temperature has been fluctuating, quite unstable and unusual, plus it rained last night, making it easy to catch a cold and fever.
She would wake up several times at night to carefully look after Little Clementine, but still, this sudden situation occurred.
"Little Clementine, be good, it's okay, mama is taking you to the hospital." Jasmine Yale comforted Little Clementine while waiting for a car.
Little Clementine didn't fall asleep, hearing Jasmine Yale's words, lazily moved her eyelids, but only glanced at Jasmine and then closed her eyes again.
