Trapped with a Lawyer

Chapter 89 Why Would He Have A Fever

Samuel didn't let her go. Instead, he pushed himself on her closely and started kissing her rudely on

her red lips.

After a long while

They made out under the dim light of the street lamp, and both wanted more. Samuel's phone suddenly

rang, startling them. They separated.

Ella's legs felt like jelly. Samuel reached one arm around her waist and with his other hand he

answered the phone call.

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Grandmother? Ella was puzzled. It was about eleven o 'clock. Why wasn't grandma sleeping?

"Sam, Jerry is having fever. Your father has taken him to Chuck's hospital. You'd better go there as

soon as possible." Melody's voice appeared extraordinarily loud and clear in the night. And Ella heard

her too.

Her son was having fever? How come?

When Samuel hung up, she asked, "How come?" She was too worried for her son to be still angry with

him. She clutched at the corner of his dress, eyes full of anxiety.

He opened the door of the co-pilot and picked her up. "No one knows what happened yet. We'd better

reach there as soon as possible." He buckled her up and closed the door.

He got into the driver's seat and drove away.

On the way to the hospital, Samuel called Chuck several times. But none was answered.

Chuck called him back when they reached the hospital.

"What's up?" Chuck spoke in a hoarse voice.

Samuel ignored his abnormality, "Come to the hospital. My son has fever."

"Okay, I'll be there soon." Chuck took his coat, walked to the compartment door, opened it and went

out, as if he didn't see Daisy lying there.

He went outside the door and told the waiter in the corridor, "Don't let anyone in."

The waiter nodded and stood outside. He put on his coat and hurried to the hospital.

After ten minutes or so, Daisy walked out of the room and left KTV quickly with her head down, hair

messy.

In the hospital

They found the children's room. Ella painfully looked at her son's fever-gripped face.

She held her son in her arms. Jerry seemed to feel his mother's smell, opening his eyes slowly.

He looked at Ella, caught a thumb of Samuel's and closed his eyes.

The doctor on duty came in with a thermometer and handed it to Ella, "Take the child's temperature

first."

Five minutes later

39 degree Celsius. Ella almost cried out.

She looked at her son's red face and felt a deep sense of guilt.

When Chuck arrived at the hospital, he went straight to the ward and heard the doctor on duty say that

the temperature had reached 39 degrees.

He gave a box of antipyretic drugs, and then asked the nurse to bring his stethoscope and examined

the other physical aspects of the child.

"Normal fever is my preliminary judgment. Affix the child with antipyretic stick, feed him with some

antipyretic medicine, and wipe his body with warm water." Chuck removed the stethoscope and the

nurse ran to get the medicine.

"Why would he have fever?" Ella asked urgently.

"There are a lot of causes, colds, bacterial infections and so on. Don't worry, it's nothing serious."

Chuck's words comforted them. They were relieved.

Chuck affixed the child with antipyretic paste, asked Ella to feed him a little of antipyretic medicine, and

then left.

Jerry had been sleeping. He did not cry or make a scene.

"Dad, you go home first. We'll stay here." Samuel looked at the watch. It was over twelve o 'clock.

Vincent nodded, "I'll come back tomorrow morning."

Samuel accompanied Vincent to the hospital door. Only Ella and Jerry were left in the ward.

Ella lay beside her son, looking at his little face and holding him tightly in her arms.

She was a really incompetent mother. Just now, she was angry with Samuel and told him that she

would give up Jerry.

How could she give up such a lovely and well-behaved son?

The ward door opened. Samuel came in.

Samuel stood there and looked at his wife and son on the sickbed. He could sense Ella's pain over

their son's misery. The memories of the day when his son had a bruise on his butt came back to him.

He concluded that Ella was too over-stimulated earlier to do such foolish things.

Jerry would frequently turn over uncomfortably in his sleep.

Ella simply held her son in her arms. After a little while, Samuel took him from her.

"Have some sleep." He sat down on the other side of the bed. Jerry felt safe in his arms and did not

move much.

The sickbed in the ward was so wide that a whole family of three could sleep there.

Ella lay in the bed, completely sleepless and thinking about her son.

Her eyes were on him, who lay in Samuel's arms. Samuel noticed that. He put their son down to the

middle of the bed.

He also lay on the other side beside their son. Ella could sleep only as she put a hand on her son's

shin.

Samuel did not sleep. He kept staring at the sleeping Ella.

He didn't know why, but even though he knew she had done a lot of wrong things, he still wanted to

hold her in his arms and love her dearly.

He hadn't felt quite the same way he felt now when he was with Emma. Perhaps it was because Emma

was tougher than Ella.

He laid a hand on her forehead and gently lifted her bag.

"Samuel..." Ella whispered, moved her hand to her son's arm and fell asleep again.

Samuel raised the tip of his mouth slightly and looked at her more gently.

Ella loved him. He always knew it. And it made him proud.

And what she did to Emma and Catherine...Perhaps she loved him too much and in a wrong way.

So he should tell her what she could do and what she couldn't.

Early next morning

Melody asked Vincent to take her to the hospital. She didn't sleep well last night, worrying about her

great-grandson.

She gently pushed the ward door open, all the three were still sleeping. The heads of the two adults

were pressed together, and the son lay slanting between them.

In no hurry to wake them up, Melody patted Vincent's hand and whispered, "Take out the phone and

click their picture." It would be a pity to miss such a warm scene.

But if it was preserved in the photo, it would be a beautiful memory.

Vincent knew what she meant. He took out his phone, opened the camera and pressed the photo

button.

"Crack." Vincent forgot to mute his phone. With one shot, Samuel woke up.

The little woman next to him slept soundly on her arm. So did his son.

He sat up gently. "Grandma, dad."

"How's the baby?" Melody whispered, moving towards Jerry.

Jerry's face had returned to normal. Samuel leaned close to touch his forehead, and he opened his

eyes.

"Aah-" His sudden burst of crying startled everybody in the room.

Ella, who was asleep, was also awakened.

She sat up in a daze and held her son.

"Little darling don't cry, don't cry." She looked funny when she couldn't even open her eyes but still tried

to coax her son.