Agnes hopped in the car.
The car entered a residential area and drove straight up a separate driveway to a swanky mansion.
The mansion was all lit up.
As they got off, Babur said to Agnes, "Mr. Albert won't be around for the next couple of days, but no worries, we got 16 nannies on standby just for the little master. You can chill."
Agnes didn't bother asking where Reggie had gone.
Being a big shot, Reggie's schedule was always a secret.
But, having 16 nannies seemed a bit overkill.
Agnes got into the mansion and headed straight upstairs.
Guided by the butler, she arrived at Nocturne's room.
Nocturne was deep in dreamland.
He was always a silent sleeper.
He always slept on his left side.
To be honest, Nocturne's sleeping habits were quite similar to Jared's.
Jared was also a left-side sleeper.
Agnes sat by the bed, gently stroking Nocturne's soft hair.
She finally felt her anxious heart settling down a bit.
For her, Nocturne was like a soothing pill for her anxiety.
But when Agnes looked at Nocturne's face, something seemed off.
His cheeks were flushed.
Agnes quickly put her hand on Nocturne's forehead.
His forehead was boiling.
Nocturne was running a high fever.
This was a recurring issue for Nocturne.
If he slept for too long, he would often get a fever.
The more he had a fever, the longer he slept. It was a vicious cycle.
Just then, one of the nannies looking after Nocturne came in.
Agnes immediately asked, "How long has he been asleep?"
"The young master has been asleep for 22 hours."
Normally, if Nocturne slept more than 18 hours, it was a red flag.
Nocturne had a high fever. The doctor prescribed medicine, but he needed an IV.
The IV room was chock-a-block, Kerri suggested, "Let's go to my rest dorm."
Next to the ER was a doctor's rest room, where shift doctors sometimes rested.
So, there was a bunk bed inside.
Agnes followed Kerri and entered the room, only to find a little boy playing games on the bed.
Agnes was slightly taken aback.
Kerri casually said, "This is my son, Sprague Bradford."
Then she said to her son, "Sprague, stop playing with your phone and go sleep on the top bunk, leave the bottom one free."
Sprague looked up, climbed down from the bed.
He walked straight to Agnes and asked, "Who's the pretty lady?"
"This is Agnes, she's a good friend of mine."
"Hello, Ms. Agnes."
"Hello."
Agnes hadn't expected that Kerri would have a son, and one that was about the same age as Nocturne.
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