Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 139

Arthur appeared slightly perplexed and gave a nod.

Sylvia's eyes darkened, and she erupted in anger, "How did you look after the child? He was perfectly fine a few days ago, and now he's suddenly sick. What kind of illness is it? Is it severe? Did you take him to the hospital? Who's with him now? How could you abandon him like this? Are you a pig? The child is seriously ill, and you just left him. What kind of father does that? No wonder he doesn't want anything to do with you anymore."

The comeback left him even more bewildered, rendering him momentarily speechless with wide-open eyes.

"Hurry, let's go! The child is unwell, and you're still idling around outside. He's so young, it's not healthy for him to be without his parents at night. What if he develops a fever and it affects his brain?" she exclaimed.

Anxiously, she pivoted, snatched up her bag, and dashed outside. Observing his leisurely pace, she rolled her eyes and chided him.

Responding to her urgency, Arthur hastened to his upscale car and swung open the door.

"Quick, start the car," Sylvia demanded from the back seat, her gaze fixed on the dark night sky. Sensing her impatience, she prodded the man in the driver's seat, "Are you alright? If not, I'll drive."

Feeling a mix of amusement and frustration, he couldn't help but laugh and sigh.

Given that he was already driving as fast as he could, he had to maintain a cautious speed.

"Fasten your seatbelt; I'm about to drive," he instructed. Concern for Hendrick was already on his mind, and her urgency only heightened his impatience. Pressing down on the gas pedal, he swiftly initiated the car, not waiting for her to fully secure her seatbelt. With that, the vehicle sped away.

Sylvia's head bumped against the back of the front seat, but she paid no heed to the pain. Gripping her fingers tightly, she anxiously gazed at the swiftly passing night scenery.

It became evident that Arthur had sought her out in the middle of the night due to Hendrick's illness.

No wonder his eyelids had been twitching, and his mind had been unsettled!

Concerned about her son's health and uncertain about the severity of his illness, she experienced a mix of anxiety and sadness.

Feelings of guilt overwhelmed her when it came to Hendrick. The child had grown significantly, yet she hadn't devoted an entire day to him, failing to provide the maternal affection he warranted.

Despite her inquiries, Arthur, the obstinate man, refused to divulge details about Hendrick's condition. He maintained a stoic expression as he drove, seemingly intent on imposing a deliberate punishment.

Eventually, the car pulled into the Bridgewater mansion. Before Arthur could even park, Sylvia flung open the car door and sprinted towards the mansion.

Without a moment's hesitation, she scooped up the child and rushed out.

Upon exiting the elevator, they encountered Arthur, who had parked the car and entered.

"Hurry, take the child to the hospital," she urged.

However, Arthur remained stationary and stated, "Not necessary. The doctor will come for a doorstep examination tomorrow morning. It's already midnight."

"But the child has a high fever, and it's quite severe. Immediate transfusion is crucial. Judging by the symptoms, it might be a mycoplasma infection and rotavirus. He's had multiple episodes of diarrhea today, and if this persists, the child is at risk of dehydration. Given his young age, his body can't handle it well." Her tone grew increasingly frantic.

Moments ago, the butler briefed her on the overall situation. With her experience caring for Christopher, she knew that children often felt very uneasy in such situations, and antibiotics were typically necessary.

She couldn't bear to leave the child alone, and even if the doctor performed a doorstep examination, going to the hospital would be preferable. Only the hospital had the complete equipment for those examinations.

Clutching the child, she gently pushed Arthur aside and dashed outside without a moment's hesitation.