Violet underestimated how weak her health was.
Playing around in the rain resulted in her catching a cold. She was wrapped tightly in the blanket, drinking the bitter medicine under Lydia's strict supervision.
From the time Lydia noticed how she didn't wake up, laying on the bed groaning with a red face, she hadn't given Violet a good look.
Lucas stood beside Lydia, wearing a guilty expression. Both of them got their handful of scolding from Lydia on how they were not children and needed to be more careful.
Violet did not complain after finishing the bitter medicine and stared at Lydia with bright hazel eyes, fishing for compliments.
However, Lydia solemnly spoke out, "You're going to be a mother in the future yet you can't even take care of yourself. What are you going to do with your child?"
Violet wore a bright smile on her face, responding, "Isn't there Lucas and you?"
Lydia sighed. "You're hopeless."
