Fiona Sutton always felt that all of this was too unreal, she kept closely following Yancy Hastings.
Sitting on the sofa, Fiona held an alcohol swab in her hand, gently cleaning his wounds, then took the bandage to wrap them.
"How come you're covered in injuries?"
Looking at his wounds, Fiona felt very distressed inside.
Yancy Hastings smiled at her expression, then took the shirt beside him and put it on.
"All these were foreign injuries, for the sake of completing some tasks."
He smiled, completely indifferent to it all.
Reaching out, he pulled her over, placing his palm on her belly.
"Is the child behaving today?"
Seeing his expression, Fiona Sutton also showed a smile.
"Very well-behaved."
Her personality had changed drastically, making Yancy Hastings feel very comforted.
But many things seemed to have laid seeds at this moment, unable to end in a short time.
This matter, seems to remain unfinished.
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