Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Sir, Young Mr. Fu is here.”
The housekeeper hadn’t yet completed her sentence when Fu Zhengshi charged into the room, eyes ablaze. Obviously familiar with Lu Xingguang’s condition, he proceeded to administer treatment.
“It hurts. I’m hurting…I want Grandma, I want Grandma…” Lu Xingguang was in so much pain that he thrashed about on the bed, not a drop of blood in his face.
“Hold him still, don’t let him move.”
Immediately, the housekeeper did as instructed. “Young Master, hang in there. You will feel better soon.”
“It hurts…You’re all meanies! I don’t want any shots. I want Grandma…Grandma, they’re bullying me. They’re all meanies…”
As she watched the little boy crying and screaming helplessly, Yan Susu felt as though her heart was being torn apart.
Why was her heart aching for him like this?
How had this little boy who, just a short while ago, had seemed healthy and lively, suddenly transformed into a writhing bundle of pain?
Fu Zhengshi spent a long time treating the boy before finally breathing a sigh of relief and instructing, “There will be a fever tonight. Stay by him at all times and monitor him continuously. In the future, don’t feed him any more junk food. The low level of immunity that we’ve managed to help him develop over the years will not be able to withstand such attacks.”
Yan Susu was stunned. Was she to blame for Lu Xingguang’s current condition?
“OK.” Lu Zhanxiu nodded, looking dejectedly at the little boy on the bed.
This child had been born without his assent, by someone who had no right to give birth to him. That was why he had no feelings for the kid and had never spent any time or effort on him.
Still, he was, after all, his own flesh and blood and his only heir; Lu Zhanxiu was not totally unfeeling towards him.
“I’m going to take a rest now,” Fu Zhengshi announced, massaging his brows to soothe a slight headache.
He had been in surgery for more than ten hours and had just stepped out of the operating theatre when he had been summoned here. He was exhausted.
“Let’s go, too.” Lu Zhanxiu pulled Yan Susu to her feet, intending to lead her away.
Incredulously, Yan Susu looked at him. “But your son is sick.”
“So?”
“He needs someone by his side. Are you just going to up and leave?”
“The housekeeper and servants will be here.”
“Madam, I will look after the Young Master. You and Sir should get some rest,” the housekeeper responded respectfully.
She had worked in this household for many years. Although she agreed that the master should stay by the young master’s side during this time, the housekeeper was also fully aware that the master did not like the young master, and that he had never paid any attention to him.
Everything that concerned the young master was managed by the servants, so tonight would be no exception.
“How could we rest when he’s in this state?” Yan Susu asked, raising her voice. She couldn’t remain silent anymore.
How could there be such a callous and uncaring father? But no, hang on a minute, her own father had been just as callous and uncaring towards her…
Lu Zhanxiu frowned, annoyed by Yan Susu’s attitude.
Anxiously, the housekeeper gulped and uttered, “Madam, Sir has had a long day…”
“So? Is that an excuse for neglecting his son who is critically ill?”
Lu Zhanxiu’s face turned even uglier.
Noticing that the master was showing signs of exploding in a fury, the housekeeper, with good intentions, tried to appease Yan Susu in a soft tone. “Madam…”
With her lips pursed, Yan Susu sat resolutely on the bed, refusing to budge. Staring intently at Lu Xingguang, she said, “I’m staying here with him. I was the one who had caused him to be sick, so I should take responsibility.”
She knew very well that she had no right to yell at Lu Zhanxiu, much less tell him what to do.
After all, they were just in it for mutual advantage, and that was not her child.
As far as this family was concerned, she was just a stranger that had entered their lives for a transitory period.
With a furtive glance at the master’s face, the housekeeper went to try to appease her again, but she stopped when she saw the master raise his hand, then turn to leave.
As she watched the master disappearing through the door, she heaved a quiet sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the mistress had not angered the master, or the days ahead would be unbearable.
On the other hand, having witnessed how much the woman cared for the young master, she was filled with sincere respect and respect for this new mistress.
“Madam, please rest now. I will inform you when the young master wakes up.”
“Does this happen to him often?” Yan Susu looked anxiously at the ghostly white little face, her heart aching terribly.
With such a callous and uncaring father, just how tough was life for this little kid?