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Chapter 1185 Refuses To Sleep
The experts had serious looks on their faces.
One of them, a respected doctor, walked quickly to Rosalie's bed. He ran a series of tests on Rosalie and finally shook his
head helplessly.
"What do you mean?"
Byron's voice sounded cold and oppressing.
Lucian and Nox stared at the doctor.
The expert said, "I just checked, and Miss Jacobs isn't showing any signs of awakening. When you saw her move her
finger just now, it might be a nerve reflex. She's trying hard and is only one step away from it."
A dead silence fell over the ward.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEveryone could only hear Nox’s sobbing sound.
Byron frowned and pondered.
Only one step away.
'What else does Rosalie care about that I haven't thought of?'\
"Mr. Byron."
Lucian approached and tugged at the hem of his coat.
Byron looked at the little one, trying to look gentler than usual.
"Can't you let Estie come and talk to Mommy?"
Byron felt as though something was clenching onto his heart.
'Yes, Estie!'
He almost forgot that Rosalie valued Estelle as much as she loved the little boys.
Moreover, Estelle was her daughter.
Perhaps they had some telepathic connections...
Byron held Lucian's hand and spoke in his deep voice, "You can talk with Mommy again. I'll send someone to bring
Estie."
Tears were rolling down Lucian's face when he smiled upon hearing this." Mommy will wake up if Estie comes."
They had seen how worried Mommy was and how much she missed Estelle.
Byron nodded and ordered Luther, "Go and pick Little Lady up from the manor."
Luther had been waiting in the hallway after bringing the two boys.
He was startled when he heard that order, but he quickly reacted.
Indeed, Estelle was Rosalie's daughter, which might bring a miracle.
Luther agreed readily and headed to the manor at once.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt would usually take half an hour to get there from the hospital. However, Luther only spent 20 minutes driving.
He had the gate code, so he entered immediately.
It was past ten o'clock at night, but the villa was still brightly lit.
Estelle was on the sofa with her lips pursed and an aggrieved look on her face. She clasped her hands on her knees,
putting on a defensive mode.
Beside her, Mrs. Zora sat on the sofa helplessly. Meanwhile, Wendy tried to approach the little one with a grin.
It had been going on all night.
"Mr. Klein," Mrs. Zora was relieved to see Luther. "Please help US persuade Little Lady to go to bed."
Wendy recalled how Luther had spoilt her moment with Byron and was displeased.
Estelle’s forehead puckered as she looked at Luther.
"Little Lady, Miss Fuller," Luther greeted respectfully.
Wendy responded coldly.
"President Lawrence asked me to bring Little Lady to him," Luther told them his intention of coming.
Estelle’s eyes lit up in joy, and she let go of her knees.
Wendy's expression changed. "Where’s Byron?"
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