His palm was warm and dry, covering her eyes, and Nathalie Quinlan felt nothing but darkness before her.
There was an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if a feather had lightly brushed against her chest.
Before she could grasp that sensation, Amadeus Yancey had already removed his hand, leading the child by his side, with an air of leisurely dignity: "Let's go, we'll leave first and let her rest properly."
"Okay." Although Edric Yancey was reluctant to leave just like that, thinking of Nathalie Quinlan's fatigue, he obediently followed Amadeus Yancey out.
Nathalie Quinlan watched them until they reached the door, and just as the door was about to close, he seemed to suddenly remember something and asked casually, "By the way, why didn't you tell me you have medical skills?"