Doctors and nurses quickly arrived in the ward. Spike's condition, which had stabilized last night, had suddenly worsened. He not only had a fever again but also started convulsing.Doctors and nurses rushed to provide emergency treatment in the ward.Mable stood outside the ward, tears streaming down her face. She was deeply distressed.Blair held Mable's cold hand, comforting her, "Mabes, don't worry. Spike will be fine."It was heart-wrenching for Mable to see Spike's condition deteriorate since it seemed to have improved last night. In addition, the doctors could not figure out the cause.Solomon glanced at Blair, hesitant to speak.Blair and Solomon locked eyes briefly, and Blair nodded.The likely cause was the hereditary mental illness.Those who inherited the illness from the Jefferson family would experience an episode when they were children. The symptoms included recurrent high fever, convulsions, and impaired consciousness. These symptoms would typically last fo
This was the only option left.Blair saw Mable hang up the phone and walked up, embracing her shoulders. "Mabes, trust me. Spike will be fine."At this point, he was sure that Spike's condition was the first manifestation of the hereditary illness. In two days, he would recover, and it would be as if nothing had happened.Mable hesitated for a moment and looked up at Blair. "How can you be so sure?"Blair's gaze turned complex as he looked at Mable. How could he tell her that Spike was experiencing a hereditary illness?He opened his mouth to speak, but Spike weakly called, "Mommy."His voice was hoarse due to the fever.Mable quickly pushed Blair aside and rushed to Spike's bedside, hugging him tightly. "Baby, mommy's here. How do you feel?"Spike leaned into his mother's embrace, grabbing her hand weakly. "Mommy, I had a bad dream."Tears welled up in Mable's eyes as she gently patted his back. "Baby, don't be afraid. Mommy is here with you. There won't be any more bad dre
Blair looked at Tracey standing outside the door; his expression was stern. "What are you doing here?"He had thought it was Mable.Tracey looked at Blair nervously, hesitating as she spoke, "Blair, I'm sorry. I didn't intentionally eavesdrop on your conversation. I—"Blair narrowed his eyes. "You heard everything?"Tracey nodded timidly.She had not expected Spike to be the biological child of both him and Mable. She had arranged a DNA test between them but found no blood relationship. Could there have been some mistake?Her older brother's stern expression made Tracey feel a chill down her spine. Was her brother thinking of silencing her?She quickly pleaded, "Blair, I'm your sister! Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret for you!"She had overheard her brother kept secret from Mable and was sure there was more to the story.Blair looked at her with a severe gaze. "Keep your mouth shut until I decide to tell her."Tracey nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, I won't say a word
Mable had become worn out lately after caring for Spike. Blair had delegated most of the tasks to Amos and Solomon, allowing him to focus on being at home with Mable and Spike.Blair and Mable took a walk in the garden one evening with their two children after dinner. Nicki was holding a basket of roses and helping Spike trim some flowers to preserve them as everlasting ones.The family of four stood in the garden, creating a warm and harmonious atmosphere. Blair held Mable's slightly cool hand and placed it inside his coat pocket. He looked at her with a hesitant expression.Mable looked back at Blair and asked, "Why have you been looking so worried lately? Is there something wrong?"Blair tightened his arm around her and spoke cautiously, "Mabes, there's something I've been keeping from you."Mable raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"Blair held her face gently, and his voice trembled slightly. "It's something very important, and I haven't had the courage to tell you."Mable w
The incoming call displayed an unknown number. Mable answered the phone. "Hello?" However, no sound came from the other end of the line. She glanced at her phone, noticing the call was still connected. She raised her voice to say again, "Hello?""It's me, Mable."A deep, male voice came through the phone.Mable's back stiffened."Anthony!"How dare he call her!Anthony chuckled softly. The fact that Mable had called his name so readily put him in a good mood. He inquired, "Mable, how have you been lately?""Thanks to you, I've been just fine."Mable's voice was cold. She might have mistaken this call as genuine if she did not know about the things he had done. "I heard your son was ill not too long ago. Is he doing better now?"Mable's expression darkened, and she asked sharply, "Who told you?"‘Wasn’t he supposed to be abroad? How did he know about our situation so well?’ She thought.Anthony leisurely replied, "It doesn't matter who told me. What's important is t
Mable drove away from the villa on her own. She arrived at the club in less than an hour, where Anthony had first invited her to meet.When she got out of the car, a servant approached her with extreme politeness. "Miss Jefferson, please."Mable looked at him and asked coldly, "Where's Anthony?""He's inside."Mable entered the club, and the servant led her to the top floor in an elevator.The top floor on this autumn night was chilly, with a strong breeze blowing.After escorting Mable to the top floor, the servant left.Mable looked around the empty rooftop. She was about to call Anthony when suddenly, the surroundings lit up.The rooftop had been decorated. There was a long table in the center with exquisite pastries, red wine, and a bouquet of red roses. Tiny fairy lights adorned the area, creating a starry atmosphere resembling a romantic date setup.Mable stared at the scene in bewilderment, feeling somewhat dazed. The soft lighting, flowers, and wine looked like a
In the quiet suburbs of Richworth, a Maybach Landaulet lay concealed beneath the shade of a tree at the roadside, its dark silhouette blending mysteriously with the night.The car’s display screen showed the live surveillance footage of a villa.A dozen armed men in black barged into the villa, and a fierce battle ensued. Twenty minutes later, the whirling blades of a chopper penetrated the air, and the men in black retreated to the rooftop. They brought along Marissa, whom they had rescued from the basement, into the aircraft. Blair watched the surveillance video with a wicked smirk. Not too long later, the door to the car opened. Solomon got into the car. “Marissa was rescued.” Blair turned to him with a frown. “Are you hurt?” His arm was bleeding.“It’s a minor injury. No biggie.” Sitting in the front passenger seat, Amos quickly retrieved the first-aid kit to bandage Solomon’s wound. Blair asked, “What’s the situation in the villa?” Solomon replied, “Anthony se
Tensing his jawline, Blair furiously typed on his keyboard with a grim expression and a bone-chilling aura.Less than five minutes later, Blair locked on the coordinates of the car Mable took. “Drive. We’re heading to the International Tower on Draig Road.” … Amid the biting chill of the night air, a light flickered on the top floor of the International Tower.Mable stared at Anthony, her hands clenched by her sides. She did not move an inch. The howling wind broke the silence in the night. A while later, Mable drew a deep breath and said, “Who is that man?” Anthony met Mable’s gaze with composure. He smiled gracefully. “You’re an intelligent woman, Mable. I’m sure you’d have guessed it.” Mable’s eyes flickered. “What are you trying to say?” “Has it not occurred to you why Blair’s hematopoietic stem cell is a match for your son? Do you believe the world is filled with such coincidences? Six years ago, you had an incident in Santaviz. Six years ago, Blair spent some