Chapter 671

Reina was safe.

Norah’s face was pale from blood loss, her lips nearly white. She clutched the table for support, trying to stand, swaying slightly as she took a few shaky steps toward the ward.

“Ma’am, please sit and rest,” the nurse said, gently holding Norah’s arm. “You need a transfusion. A few more steps and you might pass out.”

Norah knew her body was near its limit. She didn’t fight it. She sat down, drank some brown sugar water, and waited until her strength returned before heading in to see her daughter.

Reina’s condition had improved—her fever was finally breaking.

“Her temperature should normalize in about three hours,” the doctor said. “If it spikes again, let me know immediately.”