Olivia returned to the Heath residence gloomily. Molly still hadn't gone to bed, and a warm light flickered in her room.

Tatiana let Molly try on the scarf she had just knitted. "They fit just right. I'll knit gloves and a hat for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mom." In just a few days, Molly had gotten much better. Her cheeks had plumped up a little.

"Come on, you don't have to thank me. I'm your mom, after all. In the future, I'll make it up to you even more, so please get well soon."

Olivia knocked on the door and went in. Molly trusted Olivia very much, and her eyes lit up when she saw Olivia.

"You're back, Olivia. Where did you go?"

"I checked in on a patient. Are you okay?" Olivia's originally foul mood got better as soon as she saw Molly.

"Yes, I'm alright. My stomach stopped aching, and my appetite has improved a lot compared to before. Your medicine is quite effective."

Molly was like the sun. She was sad about losing her child, but she would force a smile in front of ever