Chapter 23

Cedrick cocked an eyebrow. "I heard that you won't let the family doctor look at you?"

"I want to go to the hospital!" Miles rolled around, causing the sound reception on Cedrick's end to break off. "It's your family doctor. Keep it for yourself—"

"Young Master!" Albert stopped him.

Miles broke out into sobs at that moment. His adorable face twisted as tears welled up in his crystal-clear eyes. "I feel so sick, and my body is so hot... Am I going to die?"

Albert’s heart instantly softened. His eyes turned red out of concern as he gently coaxed him, "Of course not. It's just a cold and a fever, but some medicine and a good nap will be sufficient! Be a good boy, Young Master…"

Albert then shifted his attention to the call as he pleaded, "Master Cedrick, Young Master really doesn't look great, and he's running a fever! He already knows that he's wrong and won't repeat his mistake, so please let him go to the hospital…"

Cedrick remained silent for a moment before he tugged at his necktie impatiently and said, "Did I say anything about not letting him go?"

Albert knew that Cedrick had agreed and was instantly overjoyed. Before he could say anything, he heard Cedrick's cold, husky voice on the other end once again, "Gather a few more people to keep an eye on him. If anything happens, you'll be held responsible."

…

Under Miles's relentless request, Albert took him to the closest hospital.

Two pitch-black Spikers cleared the road ahead with a black Bagatti Vieron in the middle. Wherever the cars went, the eyes of people along the way followed.

"Woah, look! Whose young master is on the move?"

"What a grand entrance!"

"They're even using Spikers to guard the main car. It's my first time seeing a limited-edition luxury car!"

Out of precaution to avoid anyone taking photos that could lead to exposing the young master's face to the public, Albert wrapped Miles tightly in a towel as soon as they got out of the car. He even placed a hand at the back of Miles's head so that he could lean against Albert's chest.

The weather was rather hot on that day, and Miles felt extremely uncomfortable.

Every step Albert took was steady and as swiftly as he could manage. His voice trembled slightly when he said, "Fret not, Young Master, we're already in the hospital. Soon, you won't feel sick anymore."

The concern and empathy in his voice were distinct, and Miles stopped moving around. Though Albert worked for Cedrick, he treated Miles well.

'I wonder what'll happen to Albert once I make my escape… Will he be in trouble?' Miles internally fretted.

"I'm okay, so don't walk that fast," Miles muttered with the towel still wrapped around him, though his tone was laced with guilt. "You're old and need to take care of yourself, because Big Demon won't feel sorry for you if you hurt yourself."

Touched, Albert moved even quicker.

As soon as Miles entered the children clinic, Albert was left to wait outside.

"Hello there. Can you tell me how you're feeling now?" the doctor asked with a gentle smile on his face.

Miles glanced at Albert and the two bodyguards standing outside the door and frowned, before flashing the most approachable smile at the doctor, waving at him to lean closer.

The doctor was curious at first, but the words that Miles said had him stunned, thinking, 'Could something like that be possible?'

…

In the corridor outside the clinic, Albert paced back and forth nervously.

The two bodyguards dressed in black felt as though they could get a headache from just watching him. "Albert, calm down," they assured him. "Young Master was still jumping and hopping earlier, so he'll be fine."

"How do I face Master Cedrick if anything is to happen to Young Master?" fretted Albert as his eyes reddened in concern.

Just then, a nurse wearing a face mask walked toward them warily with a few hospital guards behind her. She then pointed at them.

"That's them. Send them to the police station right now!"