Faye Townsend pursed her lips and gave him a smile before closing her eyes: "I'll do as you say, I'm going to rest with my eyes closed now. You can stay or go as you wish."
Oliver Turner laughed, and evaded again.
But this time he wouldn't hold it against her, she indeed needed rest right now.
Faye Townsend quickly fell asleep.
If it wasn't for Oliver Turner's cellphone suddenly ringing, she might have slept well for a while.
However, even after the cellphone rang, Faye Townsend did not open her eyes.
Oliver Turner hurriedly took the phone and left the ward to answer the call.
His tone wasn't friendly: "What is it."
"Uncle Oliver, how is Faye Townsend doing? She's alright, isn't she? And her baby... is it alright?"
"You're caring too much, just go home and reflect on your actions.
Don't call me when I don't call you."
Just as Oliver Turner was about to hang up, he heard Clara sobbing: "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was pregnant.
