Chapter 1117 Sugar-coat

• Alexander
• I rested back against the headboard and continued to rub the baby’s tiny back in soft circles, trying to calm her down. I wished I could hold Fiona, too; she clearly also needed comfort. But the wailing child had to take priority, and anyway Fiona was insisting that she was fine, despite the obvious pallor of her skin and the heavy sweat that had her black nightgown clinging, sodden, to her trembling body.
• Even over the baby’s cries, I could hear my wife’s heart pounding in an adrenaline-fueled riot rhythm.