Chapter 634

　　Third person's POV 　　Wilmot had barely brought her ashore. Tabitha was wrapped in a large towel and her soaked clothes still clinging to her when she urgently inquired about Ayla's whereabouts. 　　Her lips were purple from the cold, and her pale face looked pitiful. 　　"We're safe now. The little one has been taken to the warship where a doctor is examining her. You should change your clothes first to avoid catching a cold," Wilmot advised. 　　"No, I want to see her first." 　　Tabitha insisted, hastily stepping down from the bed and running outside barefoot. 　　In the corridor, she saw men dressed in uniform and armed with weapons. An overwhelming sense of pressure enveloped her. 　　It dawned on Tabitha that she was no longer on the ship she had been traveling on but on a formidable warship. 　　The moment she stepped out of the room, all eyes turned to her. 　　Tabitha's movements froze, her face flushed with embarrassment. In the tense and oppressive atmosphere, she was at a loss. 　　No one s