Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1813
Freya felt an atomic bomb going off in her head. What did Rodney mean?
It was as if she was impure and had complex thoughts.
“ I don’ t need your help no matter how badly I’m suffering.” Freya showed a look of absolute contempt for him.
Rodney pouted and did not bother to argue with her further.
Dani woke up in the wee hours to have some breast milk again. However, a newborn like her had a rather poor appetite.
There were a few times when Freya fell asleep while feeding the baby due to fatigue.
While she was still muddle-headed, she sensed that someone had come and carried Dani away from her. The person then helped tidy her shirt.
As much as she wanted to open her eyes, she was unable to do it.
When she woke up the next day, she felt her face burning as she recalled what had happened in the wee hours.
She glanced around the ward, only to see the caregiver alone. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief. Rodney must have slept like a log last night. He could not have been the one who did those things.
“Aunty Holly, I fell asleep while breastfeeding last night. You were the one who tidied my shirt, right?” Freya was appreciative of the caregiver’s help.
The caregiver was stunned for a moment before replying with a smile, “No. Young Master Snow asked me to return early last night. He was the one who was here the entirety of last night. He said he wanted to look after you and the baby on his own.”
Freya froze. In that case, was it Rodney who tidied her shirt?
Her face turned crimson in spite of herself.
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