Nathan tried to pull away from the little girl's hand, cautiously, but just a little bit, she immediately grabbed his shirt again.
Holding on.
Simona's eyes were filled with water vapor, and her voice trembling, "I, I don't like injections."
No one understood the fear of experiencing death.
She tensed her body and repeated the words hoarsely with tears falling one by one.
She suppressed the crying, but it made Nathan more caring for her.
Nathan patted the little girl on the back until she fell asleep in his arms before he put her on the bed.
About an hour later, the family doctor came over with the test report, and said solemnly, "Nathan, the same as I guessed before."
"Go to the study and explain."
Nathan and the doctor walked into the study on the second floor, closed the door,
