Jasmine tightly covered her lips, tears spilled from her eyes, she was heartbroken to the point of being unable to breathe...

Downstairs, Hailey Hale lay sideways on the couch, the false contractions had eased, but her mood just couldn’t brighten up.

She gazed emptily at the ceiling, especially worried about Jocelyn, and Finn Morgan sat beside her, tightly holding her hand, lovingly kissing her lips.

Finn’s handsome brows furrowed lightly, deep inside he was also in tremendous pain, no matter what, whether alive or dead, he must find her!

Everett Morgan walked around in sorrow, full of helplessness, with his hands on his hips, he took a deep breath and glanced at that lamp worth millions, trying hard not to let the sorrowful tears fall.

But the air was permeated with sadness everywhere.

The pain of loss, for the Morgan family, was simply unbearable!

Although Jocelyn Morgan wasn’t their biological daughter, she was just their daughter!

As the sun set, in the departing Volvo, Ian Shelby drove aimlessly, the sadness in his heart overflowed again, and his eyelids felt sore and swollen.

But fortunately, there was no accident along the way, he returned safely to Emerald Cove.

After going upstairs, Ian Shelby shut himself in the room.

In the evening.

Trevor brought Janelle Mills back to Riventhal, the car parked directly downstairs at Providence Hospital.

Trevor originally planned to bring her to see Ethan tomorrow, but Janelle said since they were passing by, she must go up to see him, the child has been eagerly waiting and might lose sleep, tonight and tomorrow morning are vastly different.

So, they bought a cute little cake and entered the hospital lobby.

The two took the elevator upstairs.

"Are you taking him to the orphanage tomorrow?" Trevor asked her, "Do you have time?"

"Of course I do, mainly depends on you, right?" The girl glanced at him, "You are the busy one handling countless affairs every day."

The elevator stopped, the door opened, and suddenly seven or eight people rushed in.

The elevator in the hospital was just this big, Janelle Mills stepped back a bit, Trevor held her within his arm, not wanting her to get bumped or hurt.

The girl’s chest slightly contracted, her back leaned against his warm chest, that broad palm rested on her shoulder, she felt a slight flutter in her heart.

The elevator door closed, and continued ascending.

Janelle Mills couldn’t help but have her cheeks tinge red, involuntarily recalling the night spent together.

They’ve already shared the same bed for the second time.

Ding.

The elevator stopped again, reaching the floor where Ethan Dalton was.

After everyone stepped out, Trevor let go of Janelle Mills’ shoulder, the two also stepped out.

In a certain suite.

Ethan Dalton sat at the bedside, fiddling with his fingers, an IV drip was attached to the back of his hand, looking glum.

"Alright, Ethan, health is the priority, right?" David Dalton patiently counseled him, "You need to receive this medication recently, all the indicators have met the requirements. We’re entering the next phase of treatment, it’s a good thing, this way you can grow taller."

The little guy raised his eyes with some sadness and said, "But Janelle promised to take me to meet new friends, she and my brother will be back soon."

"We can wait until this period is over, Janelle promised you she will never break her word."

As soon as David Dalton finished speaking, Trevor and Janelle Mills appeared at the door.

"Dad."

"Hello, Uncle."

"Hey, little Ethan!"

David Dalton turned his gaze in surprise, seeing Janelle Mills waving at his young son.

Leaning by the bedside, Ethan Dalton’s eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother! Janelle!!"

They came in, seeing he was still hooked to the drip, they couldn’t help but feel puzzled and worried.

Trevor asked, "What’s wrong with Ethan? Why is he on the drip again?"

"He’s going to enter the second phase of treatment," David Dalton said with a smile, "It’s a good thing."