NovelEnglishChapter 1012 “Hush... It's okay. Patricia has gone home, eh? We can go and play with her later, how about that? Devin cried even more miserably. “Waah... Patricia...
“Stop crying, kid. I'll smack you if you cry again. Bruce was distraught by Devin’s crying.
He was heavy-hearted, to begin with. After hearing his son's crying, he became even more irritated.
Joanna gently patted Devin's back as she said to Bruce, “You should go upstairs and rest. Let me soothe him.” “Alright.” With a frown, Bruce walked upstairs with long strides.
In the bedroom.
As soon as Bruce took off his suit, his phone rang.
Ring, ring, ring.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe glanced at the caller ID and supposed it was Aria. “Hello!” On the other end of the phone, Aria’s voice came through, “Bruce, it's me.” Without waiting for her to finish, he said abruptly, “I've already booked the ticket for tomorrow. Departure is at 8 in the morning, and I should arrive at around 11 at night.” “Then I'll come pick you up.” “No need. | can make my own way.” ARE “Okay then. Get in touch with me when you arrive. I'll arrange your accommodation.” “Will do.” After hanging up the phone, his brows furrowed again.
Tomorrow, he would fly to Melta’s capital city.
Lately, he had roughly learned some basic information.
In the western part of Melta, there was a no man’s land called District 17.
Melta’s scientists had built a secret research base inside it, dedicated to studying various types of humanoid genetic mutations.
Currently, there were inexplicable appearances of many unknown creatures worldwide, many of which were highly aggressive.
Meanwhile, some of these creatures carried a large number of viruses, leading to continuous outbreaks of plagues in many countries around the world.
These factors could not be ruled out as related to District 17.
Downstairs.
Joanna patiently coaxed her son. “Is Devin running a fever? Why is he crying non-stop? If He doesn’t calm down, I'll have to call the doctor to have him looked at As she spoke, the leaned in and measured her son’s temperature with her head against his. He doesn’t have a fever. His head doesn't feel warm at all.
“Wash Devin’s cried desperately, rendering his eyes crimson weet baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying nonstop? Joanna felt worn out from her efforts to console him.
Since her return, the child had been crying for over 20 minutes.
Even though he was her own child, the crying was only adding to her irritability.
The problem was that the child was so young, incapable of expressing his thoughts properly.
“If he doesn’t get better, let's go to the hospital! We can't just let him cry incessantly.” “Joann. | don't think it's because the child isn't feeling well. Miranda stood at the side with a frown.
reason? “He’s not feeling unwell? Then what's the reaso Miranda took a deep breath, and said, “Well, | can’t really put it into words. But last time when you went to Gaprington, Devin cried a lot, and then you had an accident...” Miranda did not finish her sentence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter all, Bruce, who did not believe in superstitions, had scolded her severely last time. Joanna’s heart sank upon hearing this.
She knew what Miranda was hinting at.
In the past, she also did not believe in superstitions, let alone instincts or supernatural phenomena.
But she had experienced numerous mystical events.
Therefore, she could not help but feel a little uneasy.
“Call Dr. Dotson and ask him to come over.” Joanna, who was feeling helpless, could only pace around the room as she tried to calm the child. “Baby, stop crying, eh? What's bothering you? Just tell me, okay?” “I'll make the call now.” “Waah...” The little one continued crying for a while before finally falling asleep in Joanna's arms.
Joanna's arms were extremely sore as she gently placed her son in the crib. “Watch over Devin. Let's not have Dr. Dotson come over for now.” “Yes, Mrs. Everett, After settling her son, Joanna felt restless as she returned to the bedroom.
She still wanted to persuade Bruce not to go to Melta.
In the bedroom.
Bruge was smoking a cigarette as he seated on the balcony. Meanwhile, there were two or three cigarette butts in the ashtray beside him.
Seeing this, Joanna could not help but nag, “Why are you smoking again? Smoking is harmful to you. Didn't you say you wanted to quit?” Well He laughed dryly as he put out the cigarette.
When faced will immense pressure or restlessness, he found solace in smoking a cigarette
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