Chapter 552: Chapter 552: Don’t Touch Me...
He answered the phone and held it to his ear without saying a word.
The voice of the clinic doctor came through the phone.
"Mr. Shaw, I asked the nurse for you. She said the lady indeed has a red birthmark the size of a mung bean on her waist."
As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Yancy Shaw’s body stiffened abruptly!
At that moment, it was as if he had been struck by lightning, frozen on the spot.
It’s her...
His feeling was correct, it was not wrong!
She’s not dead!
He is so foolish... to only now realize she is Raina! To actually believe that the person he saw that day was a ghost!
Yancy Shaw’s face was instantly filled with both joy and sorrow!
Joyful because heaven sent her back to his side, sorrowful because it took him six years to find her, only now discovering her!
The next second, holding the phone and the little one in his arms, he hurriedly rushed out!
...
Yancy Shaw’s house is very close to The Drexler Family, not in the city center. After Sherry left his house, she walked along the path for a while but didn’t see a single taxi.
Today’s sun was blazing, and there was a wave of heat on the road.
After walking for a bit, Sherry couldn’t help but stop, reaching up to wipe the sweat off her forehead and moved her parched throat.
She was feeling very uncomfortable...
She had noticed this since she woke up earlier.
Feeling weak all over, she barely managed to leave Yancy Shaw’s house.
Sherry’s face turned pale, gritting her teeth, she planned to continue walking, but her body suddenly went limp... and then she fell to the ground.
At the moment she fell, footsteps sounded from behind.
Seeing a figure fainting, Yancy Shaw rushed over, quickly putting down the child in his arms, then leaned over to pick up the woman who had fallen to the ground.
Suddenly being held by a man, Sherry’s face changed, and with resistance in her entire body, she opened her mouth to speak.
"Don’t touch me..."
But Yancy Shaw didn’t listen to her, he just held her and walked back!
Behind him, the six-year-old little one trotted along to follow.
"Put me down." Sherry’s voice was somewhat weak.
"You haven’t recovered yet; once you do, I’ll personally take you back!" Yancy Shaw said with a serious expression, as he already carried her back into the house.
He directly placed her on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, then picked up his phone and dialed the clinic’s number again.
"Quick, come over again!" As soon as the call connected, he urged anxiously.
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
Sherry glanced at him, then propped herself up, trying to sit up from the sofa.
"No need, I can go back myself."
Seeing this, Yancy Shaw’s face was full of tension, unable to help reaching out to hold her wrist.
His sudden action made Sherry’s body stiffen for a moment, and instinctively, she withdrew her wrist from his palm.
Her reaction made Yancy Shaw’s expression freeze again...
But those serious, deeply affectionate eyes couldn’t help but stay on her.
Does she... still hate him?
At this moment, the little one, who had been running along behind Yancy Shaw, finally struggled to catch up, initially upset that his father suddenly left him, but upon returning, he saw Yancy Shaw staring at the woman on the sofa. The little one’s face couldn’t help but puff up, and then he walked over to the sofa.
The sudden appearance of the little one made Sherry’s expression waver.
