Chapter 92

Renee was an adorable little girl. Her fair and delicate skin glowed despite the pale sheen brought on by her illness. Her jet-black eyes were large and bright, while her hair was naturally curly. She looked no different from a doll. Judging solely by appearance, no one would imagine she came from such a tragic background—her mother had abandoned her at birth while her father was in prison. Nicole pressed her lips together. Something inside her wavered for an instant. The doctor gently opened the door and said, "Renee, it's time for your checkup." Renee, who had been sitting on the hospital bed, immediately put down the toy in her hand without complaint. Just one glance at the medical equipment surrounding the bed was enough for Nicole to understand that Renee's condition was far from simple. Her arms were also covered in needle marks of all sizes. If this had been any other child, they would have been crying and throwing a fit by now. But Renee simply smiled sweetly and asked,