Scarlett's POV:
After coaxing him for a while, James eventually stopped crying and fell asleep in my arms. He looked so adorable when he was sleeping. His curled eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and I could not resist stroking his skin that was as fair as a doll's.
While I was admiring my son, Alice walked over and said, "The little boy is finally quiet. Sure enough, only the mother could comfort her son." What Alice had said made me happy. I bent over to kiss my son's little face. However, I felt that his temperature was a little too high. "James is a little hot. Could you get the thermometer for me?" "How could that be? Don't worry. I'll get it for you right away." Alice went to get the thermometer just like she said and returned shortly after. "I measured James's temperature this morning. He had a low fever, so I wiped his body with warm water," she said with a guilty look on her face.
I put the thermometer under James's armpit and replied, "Maybe James isn't in the mood because it's raining."
"You're right. Children are quite sensitive. They can also sense things like whether their parents love each other or not." Alice was implying something.
I did not say anything and just patted James gently on the back.
Five minutes later, I took out the thermometer and checked his temperature. It was 110 degrees. I felt sorry for my son as he was burning with fever.
"Please get the antipyretic paste and medicine. I'll give James medicine in case his fever goes any higher."
"Okay. I'll be right back." Alice left the room at once and returned a few moments later with the medicine.
I put the antipyretic paste on James's forehead. I would change it into a new one after a few hours. Then, I gave him the medicine. James twisted and turned in my arms, making me worry even more.
I observed his condition for a while and saw that his face was still red. Not only that, his fever had not gone down yet, so I decided not to lay him on the cot for the time being.
James asked for water, so I immediately fetched him a bottle and helped him drink. But even though his thirst had been satiated, he still did not feel well. He groaned every now and then, and it took him an hour before he finally fell asleep.
I took him downstairs in the evening. Thankfully, his fever had been brought down, and he finally felt so much better now. He opened his eyes and said in a sleepy voice, "Mom, I'm awake."
"Are you hungry?"
He pointed in the direction of the dining room and answered, "Yes. I want dinner."
I gestured for Janet to come over and ordered, "Could you prepare James's formula? Thanks."
"Okay, Scarlett."
Janet immediately did as told. Just as she handed James's milk to me, my phone rang. I asked her to watch over my son for a moment and then walked aside to answer the call. It was not until this moment that I felt that my shoulder was sore and a little painful.
"Hello."
"Scarlett, where are you now? Jerry and Jason are waiting for you." William went straight to the point.
"I know, but I can't go back today. James is sick."
"But Jerry and Jason also need you. You just don't want to leave, do you? Admit it. You still haven't forgotten Charles," William retorted, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"This has nothing to do with him. Just please take care of the twins for me." I hung up as soon as I finished speaking. I did not want to talk to William anymore, especially when he was just going to press me into saying something I did not want to say.
I returned to the dining room and took James over. "Let me feed him."
"Scarlett, your shoulder isn't completely healed yet. Be careful," Janet advised with a worried look on her face.
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