Chapter 132
Even after arriving at Skyline Plaza, Zina still couldn’t quite believe it.
Zina mused. Who would have thought people actually live in a place like this? Guess poverty really does limit one’s imagination.
Just as Zina reached the entrance, she spotted Miles waiting there–a sight that caught her a little off guard.
Zina looked at Miles in surprise. “You’re the one waiting for me here?”
“Miss Sinclair, since you’ve come to treat Cain, it’s only right that I show my appreciation,” said Miles.
His eyes curved softly, and though his long, pale face carried a trace of illness, there was an undeniable gentleness about him. When he spoke, he exuded a natural scholarly air.
Zina nodded. “Let’s go upstairs and take a look at Cain first. I’ll need to see him before making any conclusions. But considering I prescribed him medicine earlier, his condition should have improved significantly if he’s been taking it as prescribed.”
“Yes, he really has improved a lot. Everyone says you’re a miracle doctor.” Smiling, Miles opened the door for Zina and, ever the gentleman, waited for her to step inside.
Perhaps it was the first time someone had treated her with such courtesy, so Zina couldn’t help stealing a few more glances at Miles, only to find him gazing back at her, his eyes earnest and sincere.
Zina abruptly lowered her head, her gaze falling to her chest. ‘It won’t stop fluttering?‘ she wondered.
Lost in thought, the two of them soon found themselves standing outside Cain’s room
Miles paused, his smile still in place, though it looked noticeably strained.
“Cain’s asleep in his room,” Miles sighed, his smile tinged with helplessness. “Kids his age should be out playing and having fun, but his health just won’t allow it.”
Zina reassured him, “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
Zina reached out to pat Miles’s shoulder but, finding herself at a loss for words, chose to remain silent.
As Zina followed Miles into the room, she instinctively covered her nose.
The room reeked of a thick, pungent smell of herbal medicine.
Most kids would wrinkle their noses at a smell like this, but the tiny figure lying in the middle of the bed didn’t stir an inch
Zina approached the bed, studying Cain carefully. A wave of unease washed over her.
Zina leaned over and sofily called, “Cain?”
Zina gently shook the child lying on the bed, but there was no response. Her brow furrowed as she pressed her fingers to his wrist to check his pulse.
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Miles followed closely, watching as Zina’s expression shifted from relaxed to deeply troubled–his own heart tightening with apprehension
Miles asked anxiously. “How is he doing?”
“Not good.” Zina slowly shook her head, her expression growing increasingly grave.
“Has Cain been feeling down lately?” Zina asked gently. “It seems he’s been carrying some pent–up emotions–like a heavy weight on his chest–which led to this brief fainting spell.”
“No.” Miles shook his head, his gaze softening with pity as he looked at the small figure on the bed. “But Cain is rarely like this. He’s usually with his nanny-
Miles’s voice came to an abrupt halt. A dark cloud of fury seemed to materialize on his already pale face, starkly visible.
Zina slowly shook her head. She mused, ‘I knew it don’t speak too soon.
Though she had her private thoughts, Zina spoke with professional gravity. “Mr. Quinn, you should take a closer look at the people around Cain. It’s always hardest to guard against those closest to you.”
As Zina’s words faded, Miles’s face darkened with barely contained fury. Yet, true to his refined manners, he managed a tight smile and said, “I appreciate your warning, Miss Sinclair. I’ll look into this matter.”
“Okay.” Zina turned back, her attention now fully on Cain.
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