Axel stood outside.
"B-Brother-in-law..." Stella greeted, relief and worry mixing in her voice. "How’s sister Evelyn?"
"She’s awake," Axel replied calmly. "She’s in the next room. I ca to get Oliver."
Before Stella could say another word, a small figure flew past her.
"Daddy!" Oliver rushed straight into Axel’s arms.
Axel bent down instantly, lifting him up without effort. The worry in his son’s eyes lted sothing profound inside his chest.
His round eyes blinked at him. "Mommy?" he asked urgently. "I want to et Mommy now. I already had my breakfast... Please bring her to now, Daddy."
"Easy, buddy," Axel murmured, holding him close.
"But you promised ," Oliver insisted, his brow furrowed. "I can see Mommy in the morning. It’s already morning, and I look handso now." Then he carefully tugged at his shirt, smoothing and neatening it as if preparing for an important eting.
Axel couldn’t help smiling. He bent down and pressed his forehead against his son’s, their noses almost touching.
"You do look very handso, my little boss," he agreed softly. "All right, let’s go. Mommy’s awake... and she wants to see you."
"Really?" Oliver’s eyes lit up instantly, shining brighter than the hospital lights.
"Really." Axel brushed his fingers through Oliver’s hair, fixing an imaginary crease. "But we need to wait a few minutes."
"What?" Oliver’s cheerful expression faded. "Why?"
Axel didn’t answer him right away. Instead, he glanced at Stella and gave her a subtle look. She imdiately understood.
"Sure, brother-in-law," Stella said lightly. "I’ll wait here and finish breakfast."
She waved before closing the door, leaving Oliver staring after her in confusion.
Oliver turned back to Axel, clearly dissatisfied. "Daddy, you said we’re going now."
"We are," Axel replied calmly. "Just... with one small stop."
"I don’t like stops," Oliver said seriously. "Mommy is waiting."
Axel put him on his feet and crouched down to his eye level. "Do you want Mommy to be happy when she sees you?"
Oliver nodded vigorously. "Yes."
"Then we need to bring her a present," Axel said solemnly.
"A present?" Oliver blinked.
"Yes," Axel confird. "Jimmy bought fresh flowers this morning. Flowers are essential in showing how much you care when you visit soone important in the hospital."
Oliver thought hard about this. "Like...superhero?"
Axel chuckled. "Mommy, even more important."
"Okay," Oliver said firmly. "I will wait."
They didn’t have to wait long. The elevator doors slid open, and Jimmy stepped out, holding a beautifully wrapped bouquet. His expression softened the mont he saw Oliver.
"Good morning, Young Master," Jimmy greeted warmly.
Oliver’s eyes widened. " Jimmy, are those Mommy’s flowers?"
"Yes," Jimmy replied with a smile. "The freshest ones I could find."
Axel accepted the bouquet and knelt beside Oliver. "This is for you," he said, placing the flowers carefully in his son’s arms. "You’ll give them to Mommy yourself."
Oliver stared at the bouquet as if it were sothing sacred. "?"
"Yes. You."
Oliver hugged the flowers tightly, then looked up at Jimmy with a serious expression. "Jimmy... what do these flowers an?"
Jimmy paused, clearly amused, before answering thoughtfully. "They an love," he said. "And hope. And that the person giving them wants the other to get better very soon."
Oliver nodded slowly, absorbing every word. "Then Mommy will like them."
"I’m sure she will," Jimmy said.
"Okay, Daddy. Now we can go."
Axel smiled and took his hand. Together, they walked toward Evelyn’s VIP ward.
At the door, Oliver hesitated. His grip on the flowers tightened, his small shoulders lifting with a deep breath.
Axel smiles, amused by how nervous his son is now. He gently patted his shoulder. "Are you ready, bud?"
"I’m ready," he whispered.
Axel squeezed his hand gently. "She’s been waiting for you."
And with that, Axel opened the door, ushering his son forward.
The mont Evelyn saw them, she straightened as much as her body allowed. Her watery eyes fell instantly on her son.
"Sweetheart..." Her voice trembled, happiness and disbelief tangling together.
Just yesterday, she had hovered between life and death, terrified she might never see him again. And now there he was, standing in the doorway, looking adorably handso and far too grown for her heart to handle. Warmth flooded her chest, pushing back the lingering fear.
"Mommy..." Oliver broke free from Axel’s hand and ran toward her bed.
However,
Before he could climb up, Axel gently caught him. "Wait, buddy... gently. Mommy is still hurt..."
"Axel, it’s fine," Evelyn said softly, turning to reassure her worried husband.
Oliver froze beside the bed instead, his eyes traveling slowly over her body. Bandages wrapped her arm, her shoulder, and part of her chest. A small one rested on her forehead.
"Mo-Mommy..." His lower lip trembled. "Why do you have so many bandages? Does it hurt?"
Evelyn’s heart clenched. She didn’t rush to answer him. "Co here," she said gently. "Daddy, can you lift him up?"
Axel carefully picked Oliver up and set him beside her on the bed. Oliver imdiately leaned closer, still scanning her like a tiny doctor.
"I’m okay," Evelyn said quickly, forcing a smile. "I don’t feel hurt at all."
Oliver frowned. "But bandages... an... hurt."
"Well," she replied lightly, "they also an I’m getting better."
That seed to satisfy him a little.
"I’ll heal very fast," she added. "Then we can play again. And go ho together."
Oliver nodded seriously. "You have to heal fast, Mommy."
"If you obey Daddy, I promise you I will heal faster, and we can go ho and play together again."
"Hmm... I promised..." Oliver suddenly rembered sothing important. He straightened and proudly said. "Daddy and I bought you flowers."
Evelyn’s eyes softened as she looked at the flower resting on the bedside table. "They’re beautiful," she whispered.
"They an love and hope," Oliver explained solemnly.
Her chest tightened as she pulled him gently into her arms, careful of her injuries. She kissed his hair, then his cheek, again and again. "Thank you, sweetheart..."
Oliver giggled, wrapping his arms around her neck.
Axel watched them quietly for a mont, his heart full and aching at the sa ti. Then he stepped back. "I need to make a few calls," he said softly. "I’ll be right outside."
Evelyn t his eyes and nodded.
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