Chapter 98 “It’s fine. I can do this myself.”
Catelyn had been taking care of her son on her own all this while, and she had grown used to it.
Cedrick reached his long fingers and snatched the receipts from her hands before whispering in a seductively low voice, “I don’t think this is an appropriate time for you to try and be the hero here. Every second’s delay is another second your son is suffering.” Catelyn gritted her teeth, unable to argue.
Cedrick was right. This was not the time to try and distance herself from him. Cedrick dragged Catelyn and walked upstairs. When he glanced through the medications stated on the receipts, he lifted his brow once again.
He himself had a weak stomach, so it was natural that he was familiar with medication for stomach pain, and the medicines he saw on the bill…
“What’s wrong with your son?”
Catelyn followed closely behind him. The floor ‘Miles’ was on was not that high, so instead of taking the elevator, the two climbed up the stairs instead.
“He has always liked Mexicaean food and spicy things, so I made him Mexicaean Spicy meat stew today. I didn’t expect him to get sick after eating it… It’s my fault for not even noticing that he wasn’t feeling well,” she explained as tears welled up in her eyes again. A strange feeling rose within Cedrick Miles, who loved spicy food, suddenly became someone who could not eat spicy food. His son, on the other hand, who could not take spicy food at all, fell in love with spicy Mexicaean food. “I thought you mentioned that your son can handle spicy food just well?”
“He used to be.” Catelyn herself was not sure how to explain the matter. “Maybe it’s an infection. The doctor says he needs to be under observation.”
Cedrick was instantly overwhelmed by a strong feeling. He had to meet with Miles Clark, the three-year-old boy who dared to argue with him through the phone.
The two went up to the doctor’s office on the second floor, but the bed where ‘Miles’ was supposed to be was empty.
Catelyn’s eyes widened and immediately went to look for the nurses. Her voice was trembling with concern as she asked, “Nurse, have you seen my son? He was just there!”
“You mean Miles Clark?” The nurse remembered the adorable boy as she took a liking to him. “I think he’s in the bathroom.”
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