Sasha panicked and dashed over in an instant. “Why are we using saline?” she demanded. “Why isn't he on a drip? What's going on?” She fired off one question after another without giving the bodyguard time to respond.
Unbeknownst to her, Ian had an unusual lymphatic system whereby drips would actually do more harm than good. During the years when Sebastian cared for him, he had been erring on the side of caution.
When Sasha threw open the door after she bounded up the stairs, the scene that greeted her was not what she expected.
“Come on, another bite. When you've finished, you're in for a special treat.”
“Really, Daddy? Can she come back again?” pleaded the child.