The top deluxe suite of the Mystic Lake resort had been designed especially for the Handerson Family, and it was the first time that its owner had ever come since it was built up.
Callan placed Savannah on the bed. Though there were a bunch of people outside, nobody dare to make a noise.
Callan covered her with a quilt and put his palm on her stomach. "Does it hurt so much? The doctor is coming soon," he said in a low voice, looking at her gently.
"Callan..." Savannah held his hand with a playful smile. "I don't need to see a doctor. I'm... just hungry."
"..." Callan looked at Savannah in surprise. It was obvious that Vannah had tricked him into coming to this place. If she hadn't said that she was uncomfortable, he wouldn't have followed those people here so easily.
"Vannah..." Callan looked at her with a helpless smile. He simply could do nothing to her.