Shane was left utterly speechless.
That was until he caught the menacing glare from Ludwik's eyes.
In an instant, he silenced all his questions, yet his eyes darted around, filled with speculation. If the child belonged to Florence, Ludwik wouldn't have anything to do with it. Yet, here he was, looking haggard and pleading for Shane's help to save his child.
Something didn't add up. Whose child was this, anyway?
With countless questions swirling in his mind, Shane also felt a chill from the man's aura of danger and decided not to probe further.
The baby lay motionless in the incubator, her skin so tender and pink, invoking a surge of compassion, yet she appeared so fragile and pitiful.
Shane had once taken care of Sandy Turner's child, right from the start, and his heart softened at the sight.
He quickly made a call, “Doc, you need to get over here, and bring your best pediatricians, and hurry!”
Before long, a team of pediatric specialists arrived, filing into the emergency room.
“Looks like a preterm birth. What's the weight, barely 4 pounds?”
“Severe jaundice over here.”
“She might have a lung infection too. Quick, let’s check her breathing and get started.”
“We can’t delay; this is Mr. Nelson’s friend’s daughter. Everyone, let’s get to it!”
Inside the emergency room, the doctors' voices echoed, organized and efficient.
Ludwik stood by the door, an immovable figure carved from ice, gazing through the glass without a flicker of movement.
It was only when he saw the doctors beginning to treat his daughter, their skilled medical interventions and experienced consultations, that he finally let out the breath he'd been holding, easing the tension in his chest.
His lips barely moved as he glanced at Shane, “Thanks.”
“There’s no need for thanks among friends!” Shane clapped him on the back with a hearty gesture.
Though Shane’s eyes were brimming with questions, seeing Ludwik’s stony, expressionless face made him hold his tongue, offering comfort instead, “Don’t worry, we’ve got the best pediatric team in the country right here. They won’t let anything happen to your daughter. They’re experts at fighting against time.
All you need to do is wait and keep hope alive.
By the way, have you let Whitney know you’re back?”
Ludwik’s gaze withdrew from the window, as if suddenly reminded,
Of course, he hadn't forgotten the most important person.
He took out his phone, his rugged fingers pressing the screen with a deliberate force, and sent a message to Whitney.
Ludwik's lips tightened, his hand brushing over his chiseled jaw, “Please, Mr. Nelson, look after her for a few hours. Let me know immediately if anything changes with the doctors!”
“Where are you headed?” Shane turned, as if to follow him.
Ludwik's strides were long and decisive, “I need to head home.”
Whitney would surely come looking for him as soon as she got the message.
He couldn't stay here!
Not yet, not with his daughter’s condition so precarious and their situation so rushed.
Besides, Ludwik hadn't prepared for this sudden revelation, afraid that it might bring Whitney more shock and sorrow than joy…
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