Chapter 117
- At the Winthrops’ house.
- Mrs. Winthrop laid in the bed, her body shaking as she hid under the duvet. Mr. Winthrop sat beside her, little Maya on his laps, his face clouding over with concern as he watched his sick wife.
- “Don't you think we should go to the hospital?” Mr. Winthrop said, gently massaging his wife’s forehead.