"There you go, good boy."

Sylvia quickly instructed the housekeeper, "Hurry, prepare the medicine again!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Here, give it to him!" Sylvia carried the medicine over to Francis.

Francis coaxed and fed James, who was very cooperative and didn't make a fuss.

"Oh dear..." Sylvia felt a twinge of envy, smiling, "Dad's always the best, huh? I couldn't do the trick."

James' cheeks were flushed as he clung to Francis' hand.

Sylvia, sensing the moment, said, "Daddy's back now, James. You have a good time with dad, and we'll leave you two."

She left with the housekeeper, smiling.

By the bedside, Francis watched over James, applying a new fever patch.

"Daddy..." James' voice was hoarse from the fever, "Are you my real daddy?"

Huh? Francis paused for a second, then quickly understood what James meant. He nodded affirmatively, "Yes, daddy is your real daddy, your very own."

Hearing this, James' lips quivered, and tears started falling.

He was young, but not naive. He understood what that meant.

Sobbing, he asked, "Then, daddy, where's my mommy?"

Pausing, he added, "Not the auntie, I mean, my real mommy, the one who gave birth to me?"

"

at a loss for

mom was,

"Daddy."

getting a response, James let his imagination wander, "Is my mommy... is she dead? Not in this world anymore?" "No, not

even have to think

alive! Perhaps not in the best

again,

his son's thought process, "Why

"It must

true!" James' tears

freely, the picture

doesn't like James.

to see

Content

rear

wanting to

was he supposed to comfort his

like James? He really had no

mother loves their

Rebecca and James had a complicated relationship. Rebecca hadn't wanted James... After James was born, she left him... Probably, maybe,

James.

It was his fault.

father, was probably an existence Rebecca wished to

upset, eventually drifted

massaged his temples, then tucked James in

James

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