Chapter 97 Catelyn described Ollie’s symptoms to the doctor and added, “it’s my fault, doctor. I shouldn’t have fed him spicy food. Does he have gastroenteritis?”
“Don’t panic, Ma’am. A child’s stomach isn’t fully developed, so they’re prone to vomiting, diarrhea, stomachache, and infection. These are normal, nonetheless. I’ve prescribed him some medicine, so just head downstairs to make the payment.”
Ollie, lying on the bed, watched how worried Catelyn was, and the smile on his lips froze with guilt.
His guilt soon turned into bitterness.
‘It’s so nice to have a mother who loves me, to feel worried when I get sick like Aunty Catelyn does,’ he thought, ‘but I…don’t have a mother.’
Every time he fell sick, his father would merely stand at a distance and let the doctor and Alfred take care of him, Although Maia would visit sometimes, she did not adore children as much as she tried to appear. When his father was around, Maia was an elegant, high-born lady, but whenever Cedrick was not around, Maia would lose interest in Ollie or even say demeaning words to him.
She thought that Ollie was too young to understand anything, but considering the environment he grew up in, he was much more mature than other children his age.
Ollie clenched his fists and scowled as sorrow filled his eyes.
He was, at the end of the day, a child who yearned for the love of a mother.
Just then, through the glass window, Ollie spotted Cedrick crossing the garden trail outside the room and seemed to be walking toward his location.
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