Third person's POV
Wilmot replied calmly, "When we were rescued, I told him."
"That's correct, it was this... sir who mentioned it. I'll leave now."
For some reason, Tabitha felt as if the doctor was fleeing, quickly exiting the room.
Wilmot said peacefully, "Change your clothes first, and I'll bring you some hot drinks."
"Okay."
Now, only Tabitha and Ayla remained in the room. Tabitha carefully undressed Ayla.
Ayla's height was comparable to that of her peers, with no signs of being born prematurely.
Her skin was fair and tender. Aside from a few small wounds on her hands, it was evident that Lucian had taken good care of them.
Tabitha wrapped Ayla in a large men's shirt and then began to change her own clothes.
She was given a shirt of the same size, which hung long on her, covering her thighs.
Tabitha quickly put on the men's pants as well. Although they were loose, it was better than nothing.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Tabitha said.
Wilmot entered with some food, including a hot drink to ward off the cold and a nourishing soup.
"Ms. Hartley, how are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
Still immersed in the joy and excitement of reuniting with her daughter, Tabitha only then felt the chill throughout her body. "I'm a bit cold."
"Cold?" Wilmot frowned. The room's heater was turned up to the maximum. He felt hot, even in just a shirt. Did she feel cold?
It was evident that she had caught a chill. Wilmot quickly handed her the hot drink.
"Have some of this to warm up."
"Mm." Tabitha drained the hot drink in a few gulps, then noticed he was still in his wet clothes.
"Why haven't you changed your clothes? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
"I've always been in good health and not prone to colds. I can change after I'm done here. As a man, it's no big deal."
"What's the situation now?" Tabitha began to worry about the other child.
Wilmot patiently explained, "The warship and the pirates are still exchanging fire. The battle is quite intense at the moment. But don't worry. Although the cargo ship was hit by a cannonball, fortunately, there were no casualties. It will be safe once the pirates are repelled."
Tabitha still couldn't let go of her worries. That child was so young, and she had left him alone on the ship when she jumped into the sea. How scared he must have been.
"What's wrong, Ms. Hartley? You look very worried. The captain has been sailing for so many years and is mentally prepared for such situations. In the early years of running cargo ships, that was when he was truly walking on the edge of danger."
Tabitha remained frowning, and Wilmot's gaze fell on the little girl beside them. "You're so anxious about her. Do you know her? Who is she?"
Tabitha didn't want to hide it anymore, especially since Wilmot would inevitably find out everything once Ayla woke up.
"She's my daughter."
Wilmot showed a surprised expression and said, "But you don't look old enough to have such a grown daughter. Where is your husband? How could he let you be out alone? Did he abandon you and the child because you had a terminal illness?"
"He..."
Tabitha's face darkened. She coldly stated, "I don't have a husband, only an ex-husband."
"You must really hate him, right?"
Tabitha didn't want to continue this topic and said, "Alright, I'll stay here with her. Go change your clothes."
"Okay."
Wilmot quietly left the room. Tabitha felt as if his back seemed a bit lonely. Perhaps it was her illusion.
The moment the door closed, Wilmot's expression turned cold abruptly.
He went straight to the second-floor bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. He removed the color contacts from his eyes, revealing his naturally golden, dark pupils.