"Mr. Scott." The nurse was holding the just-awoken little girl, trying to soothe her, and was surprised to see Lucas Scott appear, her eyes widened.
"Still crying?" Lucas Scott's thin lips parted slightly, his gaze falling on the little girl crying pitifully in the nurse's arms.
Isla was pouting, crying sorrowfully, her big eyes squinted into slits.
Upon hearing his voice, as if sensing her father had come, her crying paused for a moment before she turned towards the source of the sound.
Her big eyes blinked, tears falling like pearls.
"Miss Isla is probably missing Young Master Yakov. Usually, when she wakes up, Young Master Yakov is always by her side to play with her." The nurse, holding the child, busily explained.
It really wasn't that they weren't caring enough, it's just that Isla was so tiny, yet seemed as if she could recognize people.
Ordinarily, when Chad Yakov was around, she didn't pay him any mind.
