That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

The remaining children were in a similar situation. Just like clockwork, Olivia coaxed each of the little ones onto their beds and checked their bodies.

Most of the children were in good health, received their candies from Olivia, and Simon happily left.

However, a few with congenital diseases timidly hid in the corner, shedding tears. When it came time for their re-examination, these children huddled together, unwilling to cooperate.

Abandoned from a young age, these children couldn’t even cry out loud, only choking back sobs incessantly.

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Olivia, looking at the children, felt a deep sense of heartache. Suppressing her own sorrow, she stepped forward to console them, “Don’t cry, okay? Aren’t we all brave? It’s just a little discomfort in our bodies, nothing serious. We are here to help you solve this issue. Just listen obediently, and your bodies will soon be better!”

The children only knew they were sick, terrified to the core, completely unable to heed Olivia’s words, crying silently with lowered gazes.

Olivia’s heart ached unbearably. She couldn’t help but touch the cheek of one of the children, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here with you. You will all get better and grow up healthy.”

As she spoke, Olivia couldn’t help but think of her own child who had passed away early and Sophia, who also suffered from psychological disorders. Looking at these children before her, she couldn’t hold back her tears.

Seeing Olivia’s eyes reddening, the children, realizing it was because of them, quieted their sobs even more.

Witnessing the careful demeanor of the children, Olivia found herself speechless for a moment, afraid that speaking would reveal her emotions.

Harold and Cameron stood not far behind her, observing her patiently consoling the children, both falling into silence involuntarily.

They naturally felt compassion for these young ones but found themselves at a loss for comforting words, so they could only watch silently.

Cameron, witnessing such a scene not for the first time, felt a sense of emotion he hadn’t experienced before.

On the other hand, Dennis couldn’t bear to watch any longer. If Olivia continued to console like this, who knew how long it would take.

Dennis, feeling anxious, directly grabbed the wrist of one of the children, “Come, let me examine you. Your body needs to be checked for it to get better.”

The child was startled by his actions, eyes widening in fear.

Furrowing his brows, Dennis thought a bit of intimidation might work, and with a stern face, he said to the child, “We won’t deal with children who don’t listen!”

Seeing his stern demeanor, the child was frightened into tears.

Observing this, Olivia quickly intervened, “Dr. Dennis, they are all children. They can’t handle scares. Please be patient.”

Harold and Cameron also approached with furrowed brows.

“Let Dr. Prescott handle this. The children trust her more,” Cameron spoke in a deep voice.

In past situations like this, they had resorted to such means when necessary. But today was different, one of these children was highly sensitive to being frightened, prone to extreme reactions.

Just as they worried about the child being scared, a commotion arose from the corner.

“Charlie! Charlie, he…” a child rushed over anxiously, tugging at Olivia’s sleeve.

Olivia hurried over to check on the situation, finding a little boy curled up on the ground, his face pale, tears streaming down his cheeks, a look of anguish etched on his face.