#Chapter 225 – The Worst News

Justin’s POV After cleaning her hands off, Dr. Myles placed two fingers in the center of Helen’s abdomen and started muttering. I waited to see if I could visualize the magic, but whatever she was doing wasn’t something that was apparent on the outside. The only indication that the doctor was doing anything was the changing look on her face. She kept her fingers there a minute before she pulled her hand off, cleaned her fingers again, and replaced two fingers on the other hand on Helen’s stomach. The same display of unreadable emotions, or rather, disconnected emotions, flitted across her face. I couldn’t pick out whether it was good or bad or what was going on, but whatever it was, she must have found something interesting. Otherwise, why bother doing whatever she was doing twice? “Well?” I demanded when my patience ran out. She waved me quiet with her free hand. After a moment, she washed up and handed Helen a cloth. “This is to clean the herbs off your stomach. Would yo