Then came a flurry of accusatory messages.
[Chester]: As a mother, don't you think you're going too far?
[Chester]: Raymond just wants some of your homemade soup.
Chester even sent a photo.
The little boy lay in bed, his face flushed an alarming shade of red.
His brow was furrowed tight, and he looked utterly miserable.
Celestine's heart clenched.
She stared at the photo for a long time.
In the end, she forced herself to fight back her worry and guilt, pressed her finger to the photo, and deleted it.
After sending Chester a brief reply, she exited the chat without hesitation.
At the hospital—
Chester saw Celestine's message after three days of silence, and his eyes darkened with frustration.
She had vanished for three whole days, and when she finally replied, it was with a detached, "I'm not a doctor. If he wants chicken soup while he's sick, have the chef make it for him in advance."
Did she really think she could brush this off with just one dismissive sentence?
His anger barely contained, Chester called her.
"Celestine, where are you?"
"At home."
Chester was silent.
The staff had watched the house for three days—she hadn't come back even once!
Lies, all of it!
His anger burned hotter. "Do you even care about this family? Do you remember you're Raymond's mother? He's had a high fever for three days, and you haven't shown your face once! I've never seen a mother so heartless!"
"Mr. Fordham, I'm not a doctor." Celestine's voice was calm. "Why don't you ask your son if it's true—if he really said he hates me and never wants to see me again."
Chester frowned. "He's a child! How could you take his words at face value? Don't you realize his condition got worse because of you?"
Raymond's fever had struck hard and fast.
In these three days at the hospital, the doctors had tried everything. The moment he showed slight improvement, the fever would spike even higher.
Until one night, when Chester's assistant had come by to drop off documents and happened to catch Raymond sneaking into the bathroom for a cold shower while everyone else was asleep. That's when things had gone from bad to worse.
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