Watching as the cars drove away, Francesca finally breathed a sigh of relief. She closed the door to the courtyard and went back into the house.
“They've all left?” Anthony asked urgently.
“Yes.” As Francesca gazed at the triplets on the bed, her expression dimmed. They're only three months old and not in perfect health at that. Who's going to care for them now that I'm leaving?
“Don't tell me you agreed?” Anthony eyed her with a frown.
“I didn't want to do so, but I can't do nothing and let him die either. After all, he's the kids' father.” Francesca heaved a sigh.
“Well, that's true.” Anthony understood that much. Subsequently, he queried, “But what about the kids while you're gone? Why don't you have them transport Danrique over for treatment?”
“No, it'll cause even greater trouble to transport him here. All those enemies of his will be attracted here,” Francesca declined resolutely.
“That makes sense.” Anthony bobbed his head in agreement.
Francesca stared at the triplets with reluctance written all over her face. “I'll go over for a look and try to come back as soon as possible. The kids aren't feeding on breast milk anyway, so you'll have no problems taking care of them.”
“I'll go with...” Anthony wanted to insist on going with her as he did in the past, but he changed his tune at the thought of the triplets. “All right, then. I've got to stay and take care of the kids.”
Francesca kissed each of the triplets tenderly. “Yeah. Fortunately, they're already fine now. I'll leave some basic medicine at home. If one of them catches a cold, runs a fever, has a stomachache, or the like, just feed her the medicine. Call me if it's something serious. I'll return immediately.”
In response, Anthony nodded. “Got it. Since you've decided to go, make it fast. I'll be here, so don't worry.”
“Okay.” After packing her medical kit and needle pouch, Francesca hugged each triplet. “I'm leaving. Things here will be on you.”
“Rest easy.” Looking at her worriedly, Anthony warned, “Don't stir up trouble while you're there, and come back quickly after treating the man.”
“I will.” Francesca patted him on the shoulder before leaving in a hurry.
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