After finishing an episode of the television show, the night had deepened. Charlotte Thompson stretched, then turned to look at Grace Thompson.
Grace, who loved to sleep as usual, was now sound asleep in Justin Battleson’s arms.
Curling her lips, Charlotte tenderly lifted her hand to caress Grace’s cheek.
However, the mont she touched her, Charlotte flinched, her face instantly changing.
Justin noticed her reaction, his eyes darkening slightly, "What’s wrong?"
Questioning her feeling, Charlotte used the back of her hand to feel the little girl’s forehead, and then compared it with her own.
As fear grew within her, she looked at Justin, her voice tense: "Why is Grace’s face so hot? Could she have a fever?"
It wasn’t that Charlotte was overreacting, but Grace was often sickly from an early age. During their ti in Ashton, she frequently ended up in the hospital.
Every day she had to take lots of dication, which resulted in her current sleep-loving habits.
Seemingly recalling the danger of Grace’s previous illnesses, Charlotte’s hand, caressing Grace’s face, started to shake slightly.
After a few seconds, Justin’s warm hand covered hers, softly saying, "It’s okay, I’ll take her to the hospital imdiately."
With that, he rose, glancing at Charlotte, his eyes carrying an inexplicably reassuring aura.
Cyrus Thompson and Hank Thompson exchanged looks, both seeing worry in each other’s eyes.
Hank twisted his lips, remorsefully saying, "Mommy, I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have let Grace jump in puddles..."
At his words, Charlotte suppressed the panic in her eyes and spoke softly: "It’s okay. It’s just a fever."
With that, she stood, concern visible in her gaze as it landed on Grace’s small, reddened face. The girl frowned delicately in her sleep, seeming very restless.
"I will go with you."
Seeing the determination in Charlotte’s eyes, Justin furrowed his brows, glancing at her ankle.
"But your foot..."
"There is no ’but’ now, Grace needs !" With that, she moved ahead, indicating for Justin to follow.
Pain radiated from her ankle, but as if she couldn’t feel it, she walked directly downstairs.
By the ti they drove to the hospital, half an hour had passed. Justin carried Grace into the consulting room. After the doctor took her temperature, he stated, "It’s okay, it’s not a severe fever."
Hearing this, Charlotte’s high-strung heart gradually settled. She nodded, asking: "Does she need to take dicine?"
As she finished speaking, the doctor put a box of children’s fever dicine on the table. After explaining the dosage, Grace was given her dication right there in the hospital. Afterward, they took her back to the apartnt.
After all these ups and downs, Charlotte was both physically and ntally exhausted. Grace was lying in bed, the redness in her face had receded significantly, and her expression had beco peaceful.
The tension in Charlotte’s mind finally loosened. Tucking Grace in, she quietly left the room.
Outside, Justin asked with so concern: "How is she?"
"It’s okay." Charlotte looked at him hesitantly, finally sighing, "I’ll take a leave for the kids tomorrow. If you’re free, please co and accompany them for the day."
The children had all gone to sleep. To maintain the tranquillity, Charlotte’s voice was deliberately quiet, but the strain in her voice was still discernable.
Justin was montarily stupefied. Then, a flash of delight appeared in his eyes. He nodded, and chuckled, "Sure."
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