Waylon Sacket’s movements were slow and steady.

Everyone could clearly tell Chana Jackson regained the color on her face soon after. Her breathing also seemed to be back to normal.

The equipment around kept beeping as if she was just about to recover.

Maren Failes felt relieved after seeing the sight.

“As expected from a man of this caliber!”

Harvey York frowned while he glared at Waylon’s movements.

Right when he was about to tap on Chana’s stomach, Harvey immediately spoke.

“Stop!” he c