“…It’s more serious than I had initially anticipated. Basically, the stressful and isolated environment here has caused her immune system to plummet, and with that said, the odds of her having leukemia are higher than ever.”
Now trembling in fright, the pale-faced Sophia replied, “B-but I’ve made sure to give her the best that I could offer! There’s no way that that’s the case! Run another check…!”
Watching as she began tugging his coat, the anxious doctor was quick to reply, “P-please calm down first, Miss Harrison! Though I agree that this facility was made with care, people have different needs, especially children! They’re particularly susceptible to change! R-regardless, we need to take her to a hospital first or her life will be in danger!”
D-danger? Now more agitated than before, the frantic woman yelled, “N-no! That’s a lie! My baby won’t die! She won’t! C-cease this nonsense right now and get out!”
Not liking this one bit, the frightened doctor quickly pulled out a tranquilizer… and within seconds, Sophia was down.
Seeing that, Maison sighed as he watched the doctor lift Sophia up and place her on a recliner. She always ended up like this whenever it came to death, particularly when it involved children… She was probably still grieving over her dead baby, huh?
Before the boy could say anything, he heard Yulia weakly call out to him… and after walking up to her, he held her hand and said, “I’m here…”
As a few tears trickled down her cheeks, Yulia couldn’t help but whimper, “Am… Am I dying, Maison…? Will I never be able to meet Mommy and Daddy again…?”
It was evident how unhappy the girl had been during her stay here, and after taking a deep breath, Xavia added, “…I’m sorry for taking so long to rescue you, Yulia… Don’t worry, we’re leaving now…”
Nodding silently as she continued sobbing, Yulia then allowed Xavia to carry her up and rub her distressed back…
Shortly after, Xavia found Frank staring into a wall, seemingly devoid of emotion… and after pursing her lips, she walked up to him and said, “…Frank…? It’s me… Mommy…! Come, give me a hug…! Oh, and where’s Fabiola? We need to leave while we can!”
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