"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?"

"

for words... How

was, but their

"Daddy."

his imagination wander, "Is my mommy... is

to think

much alive! Perhaps not

James' little mouth puckered again, "Does mommy not like

by his son's thought process, "Why would you think

"It must

true!" James' tears

freely, the

doesn't like James.

to see

Content

turned away, presenting his pouty rear to his

parted, wanting to

he supposed to comfort his

James? He really had

every mother loves their

and James had a complicated relationship. Rebecca hadn't wanted James... After

James.

It was his fault.

Rebecca

still upset, eventually

massaged his temples, then tucked James in

James

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