"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 words... How should he

was, but their

"Daddy."

imagination wander, "Is my mommy... is she dead? Not in this world anymore?" "No, not

didn't even have to think before he

alive! Perhaps

mouth puckered again, "Does mommy not

puzzled by his son's thought process,

"It must

true!" James' tears

freely, the

like James.

comes to

Content

away, presenting his pouty rear to his dad in

lips parted, wanting to say something but stopping

he supposed to

He really had no

every mother

James... After James was born, she left him... Probably, maybe,

James.

It was his fault.

was probably an existence Rebecca

bed, James, still upset, eventually

temples, then tucked James

Little James murmured,

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