Spotting this, Nathanâs brows furrowed in irritation.
Instead of focusing on Nathan, Lucinda asked Kyson, âHow are my babies doing?â
Kyson adjusted the camera angle to reveal Destinee cradled in his arms, her cheeks flushed from the fever.
The pediatrician from the Payne familyâs medical team had arrived and was getting ready to give an injection.
It appeared that Destinee understood she was going to get an injection.
She looked upset, her face creased with wrinkles, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Upon witnessing her babyâs pitiful expression, tears welled up in Lucindaâs eyes.
On the other end of the phone, Kyson sensed Lucindaâs unease.
He comforted her with a gentle smile, âNo need to worry.
Colby and Destinee are fine.
Colby just got an injection and didnât even shed a tear.
Destinee seems a little scared, but she is quiet while I hold her.
â
Gazing at Destineeâs pathetic expression, Lucinda felt her heart ache.
She endured the pain and said, âThank you.
â
âYouâre welcome.
â He smiled warmly.
His eyes shone as beautifully as the stars.
His true happiness only surfaced when he looked at Lucinda.
Nathan observed their interaction.
His heart ached and he fought back tears as he quietly moved to the side to pack his bags.
Lucinda, who was occupied with observing her babies, didnât pay much attention to Nathan.
On the video call, she watched as the doctor readied the injection, concealed the needle, and comforted Destinee.
But, Destinee, astute as she was, seemed to have guessed that an injection was coming.
She wrinkled her nose and regarded the doctor as if he were a villain.
Despite the discomfort, Lucinda smiled and reassured Destinee, âYouâre a good girl, sweetie.
Mommy and daddy will be back tomorrow.
The doctor will be very gentle, and it wonât hurt.
â
Kyson pointed to Lucinda on the video call and coaxed, âDestinee, your mommy is right there, watching you get the shot.
Iâm with you too.
â
Destinee seemed to truly sense Lucindaâs presence.
Her long eyelashes fluttered nervously, and she quivered slightly, attempting to reach out to the phone screen.
Noticing the distraction, the doctor seized the moment to quickly administer the injection.
When the pain hit Destinee, she furrowed her tiny brows and tears welled up in her eyes.
She didnât wail loudly but sobbed with a sense of grievance.
Tear streaks marked her cheeks, and her wet eyelashes made her look pitiable.