My Babies, My Love

Chapter 88

Due to Sylvie’s weak immune system, she would fall sick easily. “Alright, I’ll be there right away.”

Patricia got anxious after hearing that her daughter was sick.

Immediately after the call ended, she looked at the driver and said, “Bob, could you please drive

me to the children’s hospital? Please be quick.”

Hearing that, Bob looked at Isaac through the rearview mirror as he waited for his instructions.

“Quick, drive us to the children’s hospital,” Isaac instructed when he saw how anxious Patricia

seemed. Bob immediately drove toward the hospital after getting the green light from Isaac.

“What happened? Who got sick?” He turned and looked at her.

He suspected that it must be one of her children. When they met in the hospital previously, Patricia

looked like a mess when she sent Sylvie there. It must have been hard for a single mother like her

to take care of three children. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked to the front, hoping they

could get there soon.

“It’s Sylvie. She has a high fever that’s over a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. The last time she had

a fever, she experienced seizures too. I just hope that she is fine this time round since I’m not next

to her side.” She was so anxious that she clasped her hands together tightly, wishing she could be

by her daughter’s side.

“Mr. Zeller, one of my relative’s children is being treated at your hospital. Could you please look

after her for me? Her name is Sylvie Aniston. That’s right, thanks!” Isaac took his phone out and

made a call.

After the call ended, he pulled the woman into his arms and comforted her by saying, “Don’t worry,

the doctors will try their best to treat her.”

Patricia was so anxious that she didn’t pay attention to Isaac’s conversation on the phone. She

only hoped that she could reach the hospital soon. After thirty minutes, they finally reached the

hospital before she dashed in. Isaac rubbed his forehead, thinking about how disoriented she was Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

whenever her children were unwell. He then went after her and pulled her into his arms.

“Isaac, you should leave. It’s really noisy here, and we have to queue up to undergo a few

troublesome procedures. We will go back in a taxi once everything is resolved.” Patricia thought

that he wanted to wait with her and leave together once everything was done.

Instead, he was hugging her so that she wouldn’t run about. What did she go through that’s

making her so worried? Isn’t getting sick common? Isaac thought.

“Patricia, I know where they are. Follow me,” he said while hugging her.

Although it was already 11.00PM, the children’s hospital was packed with patients. It was probably

because of the sudden cold wave that made the children fall sick, and there were equally long

queues at the waiting lounge and dispensary.

The rowdy hospital was filled with children’s cries and adults’ voices. Patricia followed Isaac’s lead

and entered a VIP ward on the thirteenth floor.

When she opened the door, she saw Sylvie lying on the bed as she was given an IV drip. “How is

Sylvie? Did she experience seizures this time round? Did her fever worsen?” Patricia rushed in

and asked.

Seeing that, both of her sons got up from the couch and walked over before touching Sylvie’s

head. “Don’t worry, Mommy. Sylvie has been diagnosed with influenza, and she will be fine in a

few days after she gets her IV drips,” Scott explained.

“Thank you, Mr. Arnold,” said Stellan while looking at Isaac.

If not for his help, Sylvie would still be waiting for her turn to get treated by the doctor.

“Tricia, something weird happened tonight. When we were queuing up, we heard Sylvie’s name

being called out through the PA system, and after we told the nurse that Sylvie was with us, we

were brought up here.” A puzzled Josephine recounted what happened earlier.