Chapitre 57: Chapter Fifty Eight_ What Is Your Mom Like?

Christine's POV

When she bid me goodnight and began to sleep, I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as she breathed in and out. I'm genuinely grateful to Harry for coming to her rescue. I couldn't have exonerated myself if anything had happened to her or my unborn child.

Furthermore, I slowly stood and took my laptop and sat on the edge of the bed. Likewise, I intended on taking her to her mother today, but it didn't work out as planned, that will surely be tomorrow. Likewise, I kept working on my laptop until early morning, then I decided to call it a day.

But then I noticed that Valerie was having a slight fever. I walked to my bathroom and soaked a hand towel and placed it on her forehead and just then she began to mumble words, which clearly is a sign that she's traumatized by the incident.