But Justin Battleson's words didn't comfort Charlotte Thompson.
Afterward, Grace Thompson was taken to the ward, and both Charlotte and Justin quickly followed.
The once lively and adorable Grace, who would smile in front of her, now lay quietly on the hospital bed, her frail body connected to various machines.
Charlotte clutched her hand against her chest, struggling to breathe through the pain.
She felt that those few steps to the bedside had exhausted all her strength.
She licked her somewhat dry lips, but the tip of her tongue felt a burning pain.
"Grace."
Charlotte placed her fingertips on Grace's cheek, but when she touched Grace's warm skin, she quickly withdrew her hand.
She hadn't expected Grace's cheek to be so cold.
"Sweetheart, Mommy promised you, I will definitely cure your illness, Mommy will keep her word."
Just then, dawn was breaking outside, and Charlotte had kept vigil by Grace's bedside the entire night.
