Claire’s POV
I anxiously waited for the doctor to arrive, pacing back and forth, my heart pounding with worry. Thankfully, Eliam knew Evander’s phone inside and out, and I could use it to get the number we needed. But as the minutes ticked by, I couldn’t just stand there helplessly.
Evander lay before , pale and drenched in sweat, his body burning with fever. It was unbearable to see him like this—so vulnerable, so unlike the strong man I knew. My fear grew with every second, and I knew I had to do sothing, anything, until the doctor arrived.
I kneeled by the bed and gently touched his forehead, wincing at the heat radiating from his skin. My heart twisted with fear and worry, but I couldn’t let it paralyze . I looked over at Eliam, standing there, his wide eyes filled with a mix of confusion and fear.
"Baby, stay with your Daddy," I said softly, lifting him onto the edge of the bed beside Evander. His little hands clung to my arm as if he could sense my unease. "I will be back soon, okay? I just need to get a few things."
But the mont I tried to pull away, Eliam’s grip tightened on the hem of my sleeve. His big, tear-filled eyes locked onto mine, and my heart broke a little at the sight of his fear.
"Mummy, I want to go with you," he whispered, his voice trembling as if he were afraid I would disappear if he let go.
I kneeled down to his level, cupping his small face in my hands, trying to soothe his worries. "I won’t be long, sweetheart. Daddy needs you right now. Stay with him and be brave, okay? I promise I will co right back."
He hesitated, his lip quivering, but finally nodded, though he didn’t release his grip on my sleeve. I kissed the top of his head and gently pried his fingers away, giving him a reassuring smile despite the storm of emotions inside .
As I hurried out of the room, I glanced back to see Eliam sitting stiffly beside Evander, his little hand resting on his father’s chest, trying to be brave. It was a heartbreaking image.
I rushed downstairs, my heart racing, and grabbed a bowl, filling it with ice-cold water from the kitchen sink. My hands trembled as I soaked a clean cloth in the icy water, wringing it out with quick, sharp twists. I needed to bring down Evander’s fever before it got any worse.
As I was about to head back upstairs, the doorbell rang, startling . I paused for a mont, my breath catching in my throat.
"Is the doctor here already?" I muttered under my breath, hurrying toward the front door. Relief started to wash over — until I opened the door.
Standing there, looking every bit as striking as Evander but with a sharper, more rugged edge, was a man I hadn’t expected to see. I blinked, montarily taken aback by the sheer presence of him. His dark, tousled hair, strong jawline, and piercing blue eyes were unmistakable.
"Damian?" I whispered in surprise, feeling my heart skip a beat. Evander’s best friend, Damian Stor— the Damian Stor. He was a renowned producer and director, the one everyone in the industry was dying to work with. But what was he doing here? Was he also a doctor? I did call the number saved as "Doc," but could it really be him?
"Hey," Damian greeted, his voice low and smooth, but with a hint of concern. His sharp, handso features softened as he spoke. "I ca as soon as I heard. How is he?"
"Oh," I quickly snapped back to reality, shaking off my surprise. "Mr. Kensington has a really high fever; he’s burning up."
"Don’t worry," Damian said, flashing a reassuring smile. "Now that I am here, I will take care of it."
I watched him closely, my confusion growing. How was he going to handle this? Was Damian really a doctor too? His calm confidence almost made believe it, but I had to ask myself—was I missing sothing?
As we walked toward Evander’s room, Damian glanced at . "By the way, who might you be?" he asked casually. "I’ve never seen a woman at Evan’s house before—especially this late."
His question caught off guard, and I hesitated. How could I explain myself? I was still searching for words when Damian seed to figure it out on his own.
"You must be the new nanny," he said matter-of-factly, just as we entered the room where Eliam had fallen asleep, snuggled up on Evander’s chest.
I stayed quiet, not correcting him. Instead, I quickly picked Eliam up, carefully cradling him in my arms. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch the fever too. As I held him, his soft breathing was the only sound in the room besides Damian rummaging through his dical bag.
Damian wasted no ti, administering an injection to Evander with practiced ease. But even as he worked, he kept talking, as if the room wasn’t filled with tension.
"Why did he drink so much?" He asked.
The guilt was twisting in my chest, though I couldn’t bring myself to admit that I had been the one who let things spiral out of control.
Damian sighed, shaking his head. "This guy... He is been burying himself in work for months. Trying to distract himself. I barely knew what was going on while I was away finishing my dical training." His voice was frustrated and sad, as though he blad himself for not being there sooner.
I bit my lip, not knowing what to say. I hadn’t realized how deeply Evander’s pain ran.
"He really loved his wife," Damian muttered under his breath, almost as if he were talking to himself.
"Excuse ?" I blurted out, confused by what he was implying.
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