The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover - Chapter 298
Chapter 298: Fever?
‘Calm down, Eve. Calm down. This isn’t the first time Oliver has had a fever. You know well what to do in this situation.’
Evelyn took a deep breath, forcing her voice to stay steady as she brushed his hair back.
“Oliver,” she called softly. “Sweetheart…”
Oliver’s lashes fluttered open. His eyes looked glassy as he shifted weakly.
“Mommy…” His voice was hoarse, barely louder than a whisper. “I feel cold. My body doesn’t feel well. Please cover me with my blanket.”
Her heart twisted painfully.
“I’m here,” she said gently, “Stay still. Mommy will be right back.”
Evelyn hurried out of the room, her steps quick but controlled. She went straight to their bedroom, opening the drawer where the medicine cabinet should have been.
Empty.
‘Damn it! How could I forget to place it here?’
She had packed everything when they moved to the capital.
“Eve, is everything all right?” Axel’s voice sounded behind her. “Where’s Oliver?”
She turned, gripping the edge of the drawer, forcing herself to stay composed before turning to face him.
“Axel,” Evelyn said, her voice calm but strained, “Oliver has a fever.”
In that moment, the warmth of the morning vanished, replaced by quiet urgency and a mother’s growing worry.
“Fever?” Axel echoed, already moving toward her.
Evelyn nodded.
“I don’t have any medicine here. I need to go to the drug store to buy some medicine for him. Please wait…”
She grabbed her bag and walked past Axel, her mind racing through possibilities and what she needed to buy.
But before she could take another step, Axel’s hand closed around her wrist.
She turned to meet his eyes. “We need to hurry. His fever has to go down.”
“Go stay with him,” Axel said, already pulling his phone from his pocket. His voice was steady, but the tension in his gaze betrayed him. “I’ll call my personal doctor.”
Evelyn blinked, her frantic thoughts suddenly slowing. She inhaled deeply, forcing herself to calm down.
“You’re right,” she said softly.
She took another breath and headed back toward Oliver’s room.
This time, she did not rush to his bedside. Instead, she went into his bathroom and turned on the tap, adjusting the water until it was lukewarm.
She soaked a clean hand towel, wrung it out carefully, and held it in her hands for a moment.
This was not the first time Oliver had a fever. Children got sick. She knew that. Still, knowing it did nothing to stop the tight ache in her chest.
Back in the bedroom, Oliver shifted under his blanket, his face flushed and damp with sweat.
“Mommy?” he murmured weakly.
“I’m here, baby,” Evelyn said, keeping her voice light. “We’re going to make you feel better, okay?”
She pulled the blanket down gently and unbuttoned his pajamas.
The heat radiating from his small body made her throat tighten. She placed the warm towel against his neck first, wiping slowly, then moved to his chest and under his arms.
She worked carefully, replacing the towel with freshly warmed water when it cooled.
“Mommy, are you washing me?” Oliver asked, his eyes half open.
She smiled despite everything. “A little bit. Think of it as a sleepy bath without the tub.”
He frowned weakly. “I don’t like baths without toys.”
“I know,” she said softly. “We’ll give you one with toys when you’re better.”
She continued wiping his arms and legs, careful not to make him cold. She avoided cold water, knowing it could trigger an adverse reaction in his body.
Instead, she kept the temperature gentle, steady, soothing.
Afterward, she patted his skin dry and helped him into lighter pajamas.
“Cold?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Just tired.”
“That’s okay,” she whispered, pulling the blanket back over him. “Rest.”
She pressed a kiss to his forehead, lingering a second longer than usual.
When she turned around, Axel was standing by the door.
“My doctor will be here in thirty minutes,” he said as he came closer. He sat beside her on the bed and reached for Oliver’s small hand.
The moment his fingers touched his son’s skin, his expression changed.
“He’s really hot,” Axel murmured.
Evelyn nodded. “I know.”
Axel swallowed and brushed Oliver’s hair back gently. “Hey, buddy,” he said softly. “Daddy’s here.”
Oliver cracked his eyes open. “Daddy… Mommy said I’m having a sleepy bath.”
Axel huffed out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh. “Did she now?”
Evelyn glanced at him. “Don’t mock my emergency parenting skills.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Axel replied quietly. “You’re doing great.”
She exhaled, some of the tension leaving her shoulders at his words.
Axel kept holding Oliver’s hand, his thumb rubbing small circles. “The doctor will check you soon, okay? Then we’ll give you medicine, and you’ll feel better.”
Oliver nodded faintly. “Can I have a sweet chocolate?”
Evelyn and Axel exchanged a look.
“If you eat your medicine,” Evelyn said gently. “But now, I will give you warm water. Please wait with daddy.” She said and left the room.
“And if you promise not to scare your parents like this again,” Axel added.
Oliver smiled weakly. “O-Okay.”
“Good job, buddy.” Axel smiles.
Soon, Evelyn returned with a glass of warm water in her hand. She helped Oliver take a few sips before letting him lie on the bed again.
As Oliver drifted back to sleep, Evelyn leaned slightly into Axel’s shoulder.
The fear was still there, quiet and sharp, but now she was not facing it alone.
They sat there together, watching their son breathe, counting the minutes until help arrived.
…
Not long after, the bell rang. Evelyn immediately ran to the door, knowing it must be the doctor.
She opened it and froze for half a second when she saw Liam standing there, a familiar face beside him.
This man… the CEO of Hope Medical Center? Axel’s personal doctor is him?
She silently swallowed, stepping aside to let them in after a brief greeting. Her surprise had to wait.
“Good morning, Mrs. Knight,” the man said calmly, already rolling up his sleeves. “We meet again…”
Axel appeared behind her, his presence steady and reassuring. “Thank you for coming on such short notice, Dave.”