After a while, Charles finally seemed to break loose from whatever trance he was in.
He looked up slowly, but his eyes seemed to wander around. Nobody knew what he was looking at. Vicky, who was standing close to him, was trying to observe his behavior.
Finally, she had the courage to ask him, "Charles, what's wrong?"
"Have you found the person?" Charles asked, finally meeting her gaze.
Seeing that Charles didn't want to talk about himself, Vicky answered him immediately, "Yes, I found him. He promised me that he would do me a favor."
"Good. Make an appointment with him. I'll bring him here in the evening."
"Okay!" Vicky agreed but hesitated. "If we fail to deceive Rob this time, then Clark's poison will be..."
"I won't let that happen!" Charles interrupted her. He did not need to say any more. Putting his hand in his pocket, Charles turned around and walked away.
Seeing him leave, Vicky was dumbfounded for a while. Part of her still did not want to believe what Charles said without any reason.
But he knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to Clark. He will find a way. He would make this work!
Sheryl and Melissa had stayed and watched Clark in the ward for a while. When he woke up, his body returned to normal, and he finally stopped crying.
Seeing that Clark was okay, Sheryl felt glad. She had cooked a bowl of porridge for him earlier and placed it in front of her son to dig in.
Sheryl wasn't expecting he would have a pretty good appetite. Watching from her seat, Sheryl felt accomplished that Clark seemed to have liked what she had prepared. He ate the bowl of porridge quickly, with not a single drop left. Seeing that, Melissa was also pleased. She grinned from ear to ear, wondering whether Clark had already recovered without taking any medicine.
"Clark, do you still feel any pain now?" Melissa couldn't help asking.
Clark shook his head and was about to answer when he suddenly felt something. His little face started to wrinkle.
"My head aches..." He muttered vaguely. Both Melissa and Sheryl couldn't make out the rest of his words. Clark began to roll on the bed with his hands over his head, his face showing both pain and horror.
Sheryl's heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. She tried pulling Clark into her arms, making sure he wouldn't hurt himself. His hands were still over his head while he shouted in pain.
"Clark, calm down. Clark..." Sheryl said repeatedly. Sheryl tried her best to comfort her son but also realized that he wouldn't act crazily if the pain was bearable. She knew Clark, and he was not a crybaby. Sheryl could feel her heart breaking as she held onto Clark, desperately trying to calm him down.
Melissa was taken aback by the scene, finally realizing that Clark's condition wasn't getting any better; instead, it got even worse.
She rushed to call the doctor but bumped into Charles and director Liu on her way out.
"Charles, hurry! Clark is sick again!" Melissa shouted, not wary of the other patients in the ward.
Upon hearing this, Charles' expression changed. He said to Director Liu, "You are right. He has been poisoned."
Director Liu nodded and walked into the ward with a serious face, Charles and Melissa following at his heel.
He saw Clark on the bed, holding his head in much pain, while Sheryl was bent over, putting her arms around him in an attempt to comfort the boy. Director Liu placed his medical kit on the side table and took out a vial of liquid and a syringe. Turning to Sheryl, he requested, "Mrs. Lu, try to control the child's body. I will give him a shot to temporarily relieve his pain."
Sheryl nodded in a hurry. She was unable to stop her tears from falling at seeing Clark was in pain. Following the doctor's advice, she exerted more effort in holding him still but also tried not to hold Clark too tight, fearing that she would hurt him in the process.
All of a sudden, he twisted, getting rid of Sheryl's grasp as the needle was stabbed into his arm.
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