Chapter 107 Taking The Baby Home

• The mother of that beautiful little girl hastily sat up straight with Damien's help. Her concerned gaze befell on the white towel in which her daughter was wrapped as she desperately rubbed her hands as if wanting to hold her daughter in her hands.
• "What's wrong with my baby?" She asked.
• From where she laid, she could just see the black hair and one tiny hand sticking out under the chin of the baby. Her tiny mouth dilated as loud cries stronger than an elder's roar rumbled in the room.