After all, no one expected Yvonne Evans to suddenly show up and make such a mess of things.
Anne Sutton said, "I just hope she can get through this quickly."
The baby was important, but her health was important too.
Anne Sutton went back to the Sutton family home with Nathan Fawcett.
The two of them entered the house, and Anne Sutton sat on the sofa, clearly in low spirits.
Nathan Fawcett's gaze fell on her. "If you're tired, go to sleep."
Anne Sutton looked at Nathan, stood up, and said, "Are you hungry? I can make you some breakfast."
She had been dizzy with exhaustion all night and wasn't really in the mood for anything now.
Nathan Fawcett reached out, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms. "Not hungry! Come on, let's go to sleep first. I'm tired! We can eat when we wake up."
After speaking, he wrapped his arms around her, swept her up, and carried her upstairs.
Anne Sutton wrapped her arms around his neck, looking at the man carrying her. "Am I heavy?"
