"Auntie…”

The little one called out to Rosalie weakly when Rosalie carried her.

Rosalie gently touched the little one’s face and said, “Here, drink this medicine so that it won’t hurt as badly anymore.”

The little one, of course, believed her. She obediently leaned against Rosalie.

Estelle’s tiny face wrinkled only after taking a sip.

Rosalie placed the cup by Estelle’s lips again, but the little one refused to open her mouth this time.

The little one had been ill since she was a toddler.