Winson’s pov

Seeing infusion did not wrok, I called Edward again.

Edward came in for a check and said, "Don't be so nervous. It's OK." “

Edward is going.

But Natashsa grasped his wrist.

Natasha closed her eyes and struggled, "Bran."

Natashsa grabbed Edward's wrist with both hands and put her forehead on the back of Edward's hand.

She whispered, "Bran, don't go..."

"It seems that she wants Bran, or you can send someone to take Bran over and take care of her for two days."

"No,"

"What can I do? I can just sit here and pretend to be Bran. I can't sleep here, can I?"

I turned to...