Chapter 1969 “Let me see Edwin first,” was all he said.

The servant trailed behind Mark.

Upon entering, Mark's eyes met with Edwin, sprawled on the bed, his little face flushed.

A thermometer was perched at the bed's head.

Scooping it up, Mark placed it under the boy's armpit, his voice edged with concern.

did his fever get?” “39 degrees Celsius,” came the

Library A lump formed

he reached for Edwin's forehead. Maybe it was the coolness of his hand, but Edwin seemed to find solace there, nuzzling closer the moment he opened

a weak, warbling tone, Edwin whispered, “Great uncle.”

corrected, “Edwin, sweetheart, you're mistaken. This is

into the cool cradle of Mark's hand, he murmured

gentleness, caressing

verdict was as feared: 39

forehead, beckoning the servant for a glass of tepid

storm raging, venturing

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