Chapter 789: Can you cook for me?

Ivana's breathing was labored, her face contorted with pain like a wronged child.

"Hold me," she whispered.

Before Jacob's brain could process, Jacob's arms had already enveloped her. Ivana clung to his waist, resting her head on his chest, biting her lip hard.

Jacob held her gently, whispering, "If it hurts, let Dr. Myers give you some pain medication."

Ivana nodded, then shook her head. "It won't help," she said quietly.

Jacob looked down, a flicker of worry crossing his eyes. He gently patted her back, offering what little comfort he could. Gradually, Ivana's tense body began to relax, and her grip on his shirt loosened as the pain seemed to subside.

Jacob stroked her hair and asked softly, "Does it hurt less now?"

Ivana, her face buried in his chest, made a small, cat-like sound of assent. "Mm."

Jacob let out a breath of relief and glanced at Dr. Myers, who was standing by. "You can go now. I'll take care of her."

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