Mike has long guessed that Avery would ask this one she was up.
Unless she passed out, if not she would not rest properly in bed.
“I haven’t heard any news yet, but don’t worry, the police are searching for her. She will definitely be found by daylight.” Mike assured her.
When Avery heard that there was no news yet, she fumbled and swayed listlessly, as if her soul has been sucked away.
“Avery, go to bed and lie down. What happens if you go into premature labor?” Mike carried her and placed her in bed.
“Your child is only eight months old. If you were to give birth to it now, although it will survive, it still has to be in an incubator. You’re a doctor, you should know that premature children get sick easily. Do you want to see your child suffer?”
Mike’s words caused her body to stiffen. She wanted to go look for Tammy, but she had to care for the child in her tummy too. She tried to control her own emotions, but she could not do it no matter how she tried.
Tears streamed down her face. Her fingers clenched the covers tightly.
Mike stood next to her by the bed, looking at how much pain she was in. He was heartbroken.
He wanted to comfort her, but Tammy was not found yet, no matter what he said was pointless. He could only sit next to her and wait with her silently.
That night was a very long one.
When it was almost dawn, Avery finally fell asleep. The door was suddenly pushed open. Chad brought breakfast and entered.
“You haven’t slept the entire night, right?” Chad measured him up.
“Have some breakfast then go back and rest! I’ll keep watch here. In an hour or so, Mr. Foster will be here.”
Mike held the cup of coffee. He furrowed his brow and asked, “Is Tammy still not found yet?”
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