Miss, My Father loves you novel Chapter 16

The driver drove to the hospital at a fast but steady pace.

Benjamin was crouching in his father's arms as tears streamed from his pained eyes. "Mommy, it hurts..."

It wasn't the first time that he got sick, but it was the first time that he had a mother to share his pain. Now that Daryl was by his side, he wanted to ask for a motherly comfort, just like the other kids his age.

Her heart ached upon hearing that tiny excruciating voice. Daryl leaned closer to him and stared at him softly.

Her usually bright face was overwhelmed with worry and anxiety. She slowly reached for his hair and rubbed it gently. "It'll be alright soon. We'll arrive at the hospital in no time. You can wait, right? After all, Bennie is a very brave kid."

She tried to speak stably despite the burning in her eyes. Even though Daryl wanted to be strong for him, his pain was too much for her that she burst into tears.

Zack neither refrained his son from crying, nor did he ask Daryl to go back to her seat.

"Mommy, don't cry. I don't feel the pain anymore."

He lied to comfort her.

Daryl felt like a cry baby for tearing up easily. She quickly wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled at the child. "I'm sorry about that."

Soon after, they arrive at the hospital. With a sense of urgency, Zack got out of the car with Benjamin in his arms and strode inside the emergency room. After his well-built figure was Daryl.

The doctor who examined Benjamin gave him an injection. After that, Benjamin fell asleep.

He had acute gastroenteritis. The physician said that he must have eaten something that he wasn't supposed to eat. His stomach was still weak, so he needed to be careful with what he ingested.

Daryl stayed by Benjamin's side in the ward. His steady breathing eased the woman's heart. She couldn't but admire his features. He had squishy cheeks and fluffy hair. It was a cute sight. However, his sickly pale face didn't look good on him.

She rubbed his hair soothingly as a sigh escaped her lips.

Benjamin reminded her of Sam. What if he was sick, too? Was there anyone who took good care of him? She could only wish for that in her heart.

That passing thought brought tears to her eyes.

She didn't want to interrupt the kid's slumber, so she stood up quietly and went out of the ward.

Zack came back with medicine in his hand.

"How's Bennie?"

He spoke in a low voice when he caught sight of her tear-stained face.

"He's fast asleep," Daryl answered as she lowered her head to subtly wipe her tears. "I'm very sorry. It's my fault that he got sick."

"Don't blame yourself." She didn't know if he was trying to comfort her or what. After all, his voice sounded neither gentle nor sharp.