At around four in the morning, nurse walked in. Looking at her who was still guarding the sickbed, she felt sorry for her, "Go and rest! I'll watch over you.”
"Thank you." Aimee stood up tiredly, shaking for a bit, before the nurse helped her up, "You really can't go on like this, if Mikayla gets better, and you get sick again, Mr. Lawson will definitely blame us for it, go to sleep!"
She had a room to rest in, but she did not go. Instead, she returned to Austin's bed, gently moved a chair next to his bed, and hid her hands in front of his bed. This was her usual favorite way of resting.
Aimee had not fallen asleep, but right at this moment, she heard a painful low gasp. She hurriedly stood up, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Austin's forehead.
He often had nightmares in the
