“Do you think he heard us?” Bruce was concerned.
“I doubt so,” Bruce answered. “Jamie isn’t like Robbie. He isn’t the kind to keep things in his heart.”
“That’s true.” Bruce nodded. “We’re heading back tonight, right? Let me give Mr. Spencer a call.”
“Alright.”
Then, Bruce went back to work as Ben stood guard by Zachary’s door.
Jamie returned to his room and found two maids preparing his bath. He cleared his throat and said, “Excuse me, ladies, you may leave. I can wash up on my own.”
“What’s wrong? You love it when we bathe you,” the maids asked with a smile.
“I’m a grown-up now. I can’t rely on you to bathe me all the time…” Jamie answered, embarrassed.
“Hehe, are you embarrassed, Jamie?” one of the maids snickered.
“Urgh yes, I am. Quit it, you’re making me blush.” Jamie hid his face in his hands. “I’m hungry. Go make me something to eat while I take a bath.”
“Alright. We’ll do so right away.”
Jamie’s expression instantly changed as soon as the two maids left. He then called Robbie with his smartwatch.
“What is it, Jamie? Why are you calling at this hour?” Robbie asked in a sleepy voice.
“Robbie, I think Daddy’s sick,” Jamie choked. “I overheard Mr. Bruce and Mr. Ben persuading Daddy to seek treatment…”
“Really? What’s wrong with Daddy?” Robbie asked panickily.
“I’m not sure either. But I noticed he’s lost weight and doesn’t seem as energetic as before.” Tears began to well up at the corner of Jamie’s eyes. “Robbie, what do we do? Is Daddy going to be okay? I’m scared.”
“Don’t panic, Jamie. You should find out what disease is it first,” Robbie said calmly. “Perhaps it could be a minor cold? Or he’s just upset because Mommy took Ellie and I with her when she left? Maybe that’s why he’s in a bad mood?”
“But he doesn’t seem to have a cold. He isn’t sneezing nor is he down with a fever…” Jamie muttered.
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