Zoila's only treasure was this son.
Seeing that Henry was not going to let him go, her voice instantly rose.
"All right, shut up!"
Grandma couldn't stand it anymore, so she scolded Zoila sternly.
She didn't agree with Zoila's way of teaching children.
She had taught a good child to be ignorant and rude.
However, she didn't care about the child since Albert didn't come very often.
But today, Little Nomi was injured.
Zoila didn't want to apologize, instead, she pestered him.
She had exhausted the little bit of love her grandmother had for her.
Grandma glared at Zoila and was about to say something.
The lights in the emergency room suddenly went out.
When Little Nomi was pushed out, she had already woken up.
"Little Nomi, Little Nomi, I'm her, your mommy is here..."
Monique was so anxious that her throat was hoarse. When she saw the thick gauze on Little Nomi's head, her heart ached.
"Little Nomi, what else do you feel uncomfortable about? Tell me."
Grandma quickly walked to Little Nomi's bedside and asked with reddened eyes.
Little Nomi's ruddy face was now completely bloodless, and her grandmother was even more dissatisfied with Zoila.
"Granny, don't feel uncomfortable. I don't feel any pain at all. I'm brave enough. I didn't cry."
Little Nomi was still lying on the bed, trying to comfort her grandmother.
She was so sensible that it made their hearts ache.
Grandma couldn't help but burst into tears.
"I don't feel bad, no. I'm just happy to see that Little Nomi is fine."
Grandma held Little Nomi's hand and refused to let go until the hospital bed was pushed into the ward.
Little Nomi talked to her grandmother for a while, and finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
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