Chasing After My Beloved Wife

Chapter 42 Fever

“Have I not given in to her whims?”

Shawn furrowed his brows as he spoke. Was she going to be with Yvon after the divorce?

Why did he feel upset? Was he unwilling to let her go?

……

Inside the villa.

Vivian looked at the text message on her phone, and her red lips curled into a smile. She clicked delete

as though nothing had happened.

"Mom, I just saw an advertisement on TV, and I like that watch. It can make calls and is waterproof,”

Dalton said as he ran over wearing slippers, his gaze full of expectation.

"Are you talking about the genius smartwatch?”

After hearing the full name of the watch, Dalton nodded frantically. He hugged her arm and said, “Yes,

that's it. Mom, can I have one?”

"Of course."

Vivian smiled and nodded. She reached out and touched her son's tender cheek. She squatted down

and looked into Dalton’s bright and clear eyes. "Do you want Dad to give it to you?”

"Dad? He’ll give it to me?”

Dalton was particularly close to Shawn. Whenever he heard Shawn’s name, his eyes would light up.

"Of course. You are his son. As long as you follow what I say, I promise you that Dad will buy anything

you want.”

"Okay. I will do as you say."

Seeing Dalton shaking her arm excitedly, Vivian reached out and picked him up. "Go take a cold

shower. Are you scared of the cold?”

"But didn’t you say that children shouldn’t take cold showers and that we will fall sick?”

Even such an innocent child knew what he could and could not do. So why was his mother asking him

to take a cold shower?

"Silly Dalton. Don’t you remember that I just told you you have to do everything to keep your happiness

with dad?”

"But what does taking a cold shower have to do with happiness?”

Dalton didn't understand what she meant. If he took a cold shower, he would fall sick and have to take

a jab and medicine. Why did his mother associate this with happiness? ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“What if I tell you that by taking a cold shower, your dad will stay by your side and love you? Will you be

willing?”

Vivian said these words energetically. Dalton blinked his eyes. He wasn’t quite sure about what she

meant, but he nodded.

"Mom, I’ll take a shower and do whatever you want me to do. As long as you and Dad can be together.”

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Vivian looked away from Dalton’s innocent eyes, and her guilt

disappeared. “Good boy. I promise I won’t let your efforts go to vain, and you will get what you want.”

Just as Shawn was about to open the second bottle of wine, his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID

on the screen and frowned.

Connor tilted his neck and took a look. There was a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes. "Vivian? Answer

it quickly. Your wife and child are waiting for you.”

Shawn's frown deepened after being teased by Connor. He was quiet for a few seconds, and he had

no intention of picking up the call.

But the phone kept ringing. Connor chuckled, reached out to grab the phone in his hand, and pressed

the answer and handsfree button.

The moment the call was connected, Vivan's anxious voice sounded. "Shawn, Dalton has a high fever.

Can you take us to the hospital?"

Shawn's expression instantly changed. He picked up the phone on the table and asked, "Why does he

have a fever? Wasn’t he just fine this morning?”

"I don't know either. After dinner, I took a shower for Dalton. When I tried to get him to sleep, I felt that

his temperature was almost 40 degrees. What should I do?”

The more Vivian said, the more frantic she sounded. Shawn quickly stood up from the sofa and put on

his jacket with a grave expression. "Don't worry. Get him dressed, I'll be right back."

Seeing that he hung up the phone anxiously, Connor immediately stood up and said, "I didn't believe in

the power of family before, but I believe it now. Go quickly. My mother said that a high fever could fry a

kid's brain and leave a long-lasting illness.”

Shawn nodded, opened the door, and quickly walked out.

Ten minutes later, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the gate of the villa. Shawn quickly came down and

pushed the door open. Vivian was already waiting in the living room with Dalton, whose face was red.

Seeing Shawn come in, she was about to burst into tears.

"Shawn, Dalton is unconscious."

"Don't cry. I will take you to the hospital now. Everything will be alright."

Shawn comforted Vivian and held Dalton in his arms. The burning heat transmitted from Dalton's skin

to his heart. His beautiful eyes narrowed as he patted Dalton's back. His voice became gentle. "Dalton,

don't be afraid. Dad is here."

Vivian followed him out of the villa. She almost could not keep up with him. She smiled slightly, but her

tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

She would turn Shawn into Dalton’s father completely.

"Mr. Richard, the child must have caught a cold. It’s the cold season now. He should be fine as there is

nothing wrong with his lungs. He will recover after taking some medication.”

The doctor examined Dalton before putting down the stethoscope. Shawn was still a little worried. "Are

you sure there's nothing else?"

"Rest assured, Mr. Richard. It's just a minor cold. How about this? I will get the nurse to give him an IV

drip to lower his temperature.”

"Okay."

Only then did Shawn let out a sigh of relief. He turned his head and looked at Dalton, who was lying on

the hospital bed. Dalton's flushed little face melted his heart.

The nurse carefully pricked the needle on Dalton's hand. She adjusted the speed of the drip and then

went out of the ward.

Vivian sat beside the bed, holding Dalton's hand that was not infused with a needle. She put her face

close to him and said, “Dalton, you scared me.”

"The doctor said it's just an ordinary cold. Don't scare yourself. Dalton will be fine."

Shawn noticed that she was crying so hard that her voice was hoarse. A complicated expression

flashed across his eyes as he stood behind her.

Vivian put her arms around Shawn’s waist. "Shawn, Dalton is my life. Just now, I was really scared."

She kept crying. Shawn put his hand on her trembling shoulder.

"Don't cry. I will take good care of Dalton and you in the future. I will never let you feel fear."

"Shawn."

Vivian cried even harder. She tightened her arms around Shawn’s waist as if she were hugging onto

dear life. No one saw the smile behind her streaming tears.