Chapter 245

Tristan's hoarse voice was tinged with a hint of panic.

Wendy helped him up from the bed and said, "Don't be afraid. You're having a fever. I'll go call your mom right now."

As the door closed, Tristan reached up and touched his forehead. 'Do I have a fever? But I've had a fever before. My eyes shouldn't be affected.'

Shortly after, Vivienne followed Wendy upstairs. The rage from last night had long subsided, and she reached out to feel Tristan's forehead, only to be shocked. "Why is it so hot?!"

"Mommy, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I won't make you angry again." Tristan felt extremely uncomfortable all over, but he still remembered to apologize to his mother.

Feeling a surge of concern for her son, Vivienne instinctively pulled him into her arms. "I'm not angry with you. Sweetie, tell me, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"I can't see things clearly, and it hurts here." Tristan pointed to the back of his head.

Vivienne's fingers reached for the spot he pointed at, and her expressi