My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Wanting Her to Be Mom

He staggered, and the nanny rushed forward to support him.

"Sir!"

"Is it your leg again? Please stop walking. I’ll call King to come up and carry you!"

Cecelia Archer lived on the fourth floor of a walk-up, in a building with an old, dim, and cramped stairwell.

The nanny knew there was no way he could make it down the stairs in his current state. As she was about to call the driver to come up, Shane Grant pushed her hand away, slowly steadied himself, and refused in a cold voice.

"Don’t. Just bring my medicine up."

But they had left in such a hurry, and the nanny hadn’t expected his condition to flare up, so she had forgotten to bring the medicine.

One look at her face and Shane Grant knew she had forgotten it. He said nothing more, just told the nanny to move aside. Bracing himself against the wall, he forced himself to start heading down. Suddenly, Cecelia Archer ran after him and called out.

"Mr. Grant, was your leg injured in the past? Does it get cold and painful whenever the weather is damp and chilly?"

"It’s pouring outside, and the stairwell is difficult to navigate. Why don’t you rest here for a bit before you go down?"

After speaking, she took Aidan Grant’s hand and pushed him toward his father.

"He’s just a child; he doesn’t know any better. How can you hold it against him? If you really leave without him, I’ll look like a kidnapper."

It was unclear whether it was because the pain in his leg was too unbearable and he knew he couldn’t make it down the stairs, or if Cecelia Archer’s words had moved him.

Leaning against the wall, Shane Grant’s back was rigid for a few seconds before he turned and entered her apartment.

To save money, Cecelia Archer only rented a one-bedroom apartment. Though the place was small, she kept it neat and tidy.

Shane Grant went to the sofa and sat down, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

Only then did Cecelia Archer realize the beads of sweat on his forehead were from the pain.

"Candy, Aidan, you two help Mr. Grant take off his shoes and put his feet up on this stool. I’ll go get some hot water."

With that, she rushed into the bathroom.

Seeing him in so much pain, the two children obediently knelt before him and quickly took off his shoes.

Cecelia Archer came out with a basin of hot water she had prepared and submerged both of Shane Grant’s feet in it.

His injured foot was numb to her touch, but his uninjured one instantly felt the soft, warm grasp of her hand. Shane Grant immediately tried to jerk it away, but Cecelia Archer held it firm.

"Don’t move. You’ll get used to it in a second. Soaking in hot water helps improve blood circulation."

Then, she knelt in front of Shane Grant, pushed his suit trousers up past his knees, and gripped his calf. With a very particular technique, she began to massage his leg, following the grain of the muscle with each press.

Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Shane Grant’s expression was pained, and the sweat on his forehead grew thicker.

Seeing his father in so much pain, thinking he was about to die, Aidan Grant was both scared and guilt-ridden.

"Dad, what’s wrong? Are you really sick? You’re not going to die, are you? WAHHHH, don’t scare me!"

"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said those awful things to you today. I shouldn’t have made you angry. Please don’t be mad at me, okay? You can’t die, please don’t leave me!"

Seeing how much he was suffering, Candy also quickly grabbed a couple of tissues to wipe his sweat, her soft little hands wrapping around his neck.

"That’s right, Uncle, you can’t die! Aidan Grant doesn’t have a mom anymore. If you die, he’ll be an orphan. How pitiful is that? Besides, you’re so handsome, it would be a total waste if you died."

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