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.

high did his fever get?” “39 degrees

A lump formed

hands, his touch as gentle as a feather when he reached for Edwin's forehead. Maybe it was the coolness of his hand, but Edwin seemed to find solace there,

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

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

his face into the cool cradle of Mark's hand, he murmured again, “Great uncle.”

grappling with his turmoil, he summoned every ounce of gentleness, caressing Edwin's feverish brow before easing the

was as

applied a cooling patch to Edwin's fiery forehead, beckoning the servant for a glass of

raging, venturing out was a

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