Zivon wanted to tell Xavia that the child was just toying with her and that she did not need to take him seriously, but before he could say anything, Maison suddenly let Xavia go.
“Aunt, what’s wrong with you?” As he was hugging her, Maison suddenly felt her body go limp.
When he looked at her again, her face was deathly pale, and there was no color to her lips at all. She looked as if she was in a lot of pain.
“Aunt, did I infect you? Are you also feeling feverish and sick?” Maison was worried and anxious, and he looked just like Xavia did when she was panicking and feeling helpless last night.
Zivon suddenly had an illusion that they were mother and son. Shaking it off, he asked her in a low voice, “Are you alright?”
Xavia clutched her stomach and winced. She did not answer Zivon, but raised a trembling hand to stroke Maison’s small head as she said weakly, “Good boy. This has nothing to do with you. Promise me that you will get back safely…”
As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted.
“Aunt! Aunt!” Maison started panicking and turned to Zivon in terror. “Daddy, what’s wrong with Aunt?”
Zivon also did not expect Xavia to lose consciousness. He looked at Xavia’s pale face and said seriously, “She has been through a lot, and coupled with her dysmenorrhea, it resulted in her fainting. We have to send her to the hospital as soon as possible.”
In other words, she would be in danger if they were to delay any more?
Maison quickly stood up, then looked outside and shouted desperately, “Is there anyone there? Someone here has fainted and we need to send her to the hospital urgently! Please come and help us! Sob, sob… Come and help us…”
He did not cry when they were in danger last night, nor did he cry when he was down with a fever and a cold. However, his tears were falling uncontrollably right now, and it was because he was worried about Xavia.
Zivon’s heart clenched when he saw Maison crying.
He had never felt so helpless before.
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