"I've seen it, the doctor said children have weak immune systems, so fever is normal; there's no serious concern, but he needs to rest for a few days."
"Okay," Sylvan Cheney basically agreed.
"Mr. Cheney, the young master kept calling for you when he had a fever, calling 'Daddy'," Lilac Serval was somewhat moved.
She wasn't lying; when Chale Cheney had a fever, he was delirious and in great discomfort, sometimes calling for "Daddy," sometimes for "Mommy."
It was painful for her to listen to.
"Don't indulge him," Sylvan said indifferently.
"Mr. Cheney, aren't you coming to Lonton?"
"No."
"I understand," Lilac nodded, knowing Sylvan always meant what he said.
"Mr. Cheney, it's time to change the dressing." Just then, Charles Mcintosh walked in from the entrance.
When he saw Sylvan on the phone, he quickly silenced himself.
Sylvan hung up the phone, setting his cellphone aside: "It was Lilac."
"About Chale?"
"Yes."
