He Chose His Nurse Over Me

That night, Sophia quietly brought a glass of warm milk to her uncle Herbert’s room.

He was half-reclined on the bed, his hands restlessly shifting beneath the covers. In a low, sultry voice, he murmured toward the darkness, “Baby… come help me.”

Sophia froze, her cheeks instantly flushing red.

But still, she walked forward slowly and gently placed the cup on the bedside table.

Just as she reached out to help him, Herbert suddenly stiffened. His hand pushed her away.

His brows knitted tightly. “You’re not her… Her body isn’t like this.”

Sophia sat frozen on the edge of the bed, stunned.