Chapter 1428 Not Afraid Of Ghosts

• Gwendolyn was at the hospital, keeping her little daughter company. Her daughter, merely half a year old, was at an age where she was particularly attached to her.
• The little girl had an IV drip in one hand while her other hand tugged at Gwendolyn's clothes, her lips moving as she mumbled, “I want milk... Milk. I want milk. Milk.”
• Gwendolyn glanced at Patrick, who was sitting nearby. When he was around, she felt a bit embarrassed to breastfeed.