In stark contrast to the bubbly chubby woman she met before, this Kimmy was thin and had big eye bags. Sheila felt pity for the woman and what she had to go through.
It wasn’t that they didn’t try to reach out, it was just that when they visited her, she was really unresponsive. It was normal to be traumatized after being humiliated like that. Worse was that they didn’t have closure yet. They hadn’t even found the actual perpetrators for that tragedy, so now she had to live like this for months.
Sheila, and many others, were understanding and came by her house every few days. However, a lot of things happened since then, with the Heat Wave and the mass weddings (and their newly wedded lives in consequence) as the latest changes.
They also found out that Raine had hired a housekeeper and nanny for her, so with their busy schedules they just… forgot.
This made her feel very bad. freeweɓnøvel.com
She gave the woman a smile as she asked her to sit down. "What concerns do you have? Do you have a doctor’s request?" She asked, very gently.
Kimmy didn’t really answer her. Instead, she gave Sheila the paper with Dr. Cynthia’s stamp.
Sheila looked at the contents, and her hands unconsciously gripped on the request. Her eyes widened and she looked at the unsmiling Kimmy.
Pregnant?
And looking at the timeline…
A sense of dread and sadness came over Sheila as she stared at the tragic figure of the other woman.
Could it be those… aborigine men?
…
Back to Doctor Cynthia’s room, Ansel and Winona finished up their session and went outside, looking at the couple next in line.
It was Althea and Garan, with the babies.
"Your turn," Ansel said, his claws lightly pinching the babies’ faces, which earned a light slap courtesy of his wife.
"Don’t! Their cheeks would mark."
He tutted. She used to do it all the time! So biased, he thought. But he didn’t say it out loud, knowing his wife was emotional.
Althea chuckled at their interactions before heading inside with her husband. They were greeted by the nurse there, whose eyes sparkled at the sight of them.
Nurse Lea had hearts in her eyes whenever she saw the twins. So cute, so cute! Such angels!
Lea and the doctor were a bit surprised to see this family here though. A thought hit them like a Broat: What if the kids were ill?! Why else would the babies be in the hospital without a prior appointment!?
The smiles on their faces immediately faded, and their expressions turned to that of worry.
Their anxiety was so obvious that Althea couldn’t help but explain. "Just a consultation. Nothing serious."
The two women heaved a breath of relief. Anyway, now that that was settled, the two women zoned in on the ultra-cute babies.
As a pediatrician, Cynthia naturally had a lot of toys in her room (it just felt natural even when there were very few babies compared to before) and she handed a stuffed toy to the babies to keep them busy and distracted.
They had plenty of toys, a lot of fancy ones, anything colorful was fascinating to the babies—at least for a bit.
"Mwamammggg…"
"Googmmggg…"
The adults smiled at their cuteness before chatting with each other.
"You see, they’ve been showing signs of standing up, and we’re worried if their bones can handle it."
"I see…" Cynthia said after a pause, trying to remember how old the babies were. She had heard they were much younger than they looked, but probably not too young, right?
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