"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?"

"

a loss for words... How should

his mom was, but their relationship

"Daddy."

getting a response, James let his imagination wander, "Is my mommy... is she dead? Not in this world anymore?"

even have to think

much alive! Perhaps not

puckered again, "Does

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

"It must

true!" James' tears

freely, the picture

like James.

to

Content

pouty rear to

lips parted, wanting to say something but stopping

he supposed

like James? He

say every mother loves

James... After James

James.

It was his fault.

probably an existence Rebecca wished to forget forever... A nightmare,

still upset, eventually drifted off

temples, then tucked James

James

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