Chapter 777 Gifford Is Sick


    One of Keith''srades-in-arm had passed away, so Baldwin and Cecelia apanied the older man


    to attend the funeral. They informed ir that they wouldn''te back home that night. The maid was


    on leave too. Hence, ir and Gifford were the only ones left at home.


    "Yes!" Gifford nodded. Although he didn''t understand anything about the dishes, he nned on eating


    anything she cooked. Moreover, he found it rxing to be with his mom. He was happy the whole day.


    His mom would ask his opinions before making a decision, unlike his dad, who decided everything by


    himself.


    ir walked hand-in-hand with Gifford, with bags of ingredients and groceries in her other hand. She


    was quite tired. After all, she was still recovering her health.


    She sighed. It dawned on her how amazing some full-time mothers were. They had to take care of their


    kid all alone, and some of them had to take care of two or more kids at the same time. She admired


    them for their devotion.


    The supermarket wasn''t too far away from home, so ir didn''t hail a cab. After making sure that the


    little one wasn''t tired, they walked back home.


    Before she began to cook, she told Gifford to y with the toys in the living room. She stressed that he


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    wasn''t allowed to go anywhere, and if he needed the toilet, he had to go find her in the kitchen. His


    safety was her priority.


    The little boy nodded, holding the toys in his hands. "Mommy, don''t worry. I won''t go out."


    ir kissed his cheek and walked into the kitchen.


    The mother and son duo enjoyed their dinner. Gifford loved his mom''s cooking and ate more than


    usual. His tummy was already full and round, but he still pointed at the tofu.


    ir touched his big belly. Worried that he would be overstuffed, she shook her head. "No, you can''t


    eat anymore. I''ll cook this for you again tomorrow, okay?"


    "Okay, Mommy." ir smiled tenderly. She realized that her son was very obedient. He said yes to


    almost everything. While she did the dishes, she wondered what kind of man her son would grow up to


    be. She imagined he would be a very considerate gentleman.


    After a while, it was time to bathe. The little boy was shy since this was the first time that ir was


    going to bathe him. As soon as she undressed him, Gifford covered his crotch with both his hands and


    sat in the bathtub.


    irughed. "I''m your mom. Why are you so shy?"


    The boy giggled and turned his back to ir.


    It was a long and tiring day for ir. Eventually, she got everything done and tucked the boy in bed.


    After he fell asleep, she was finally relieved and went to take a shower.


    In the middle of the night, a fit of coughing shook ir awake.


    It was from the little one beside her. She hastily turned on the bedsidemp and observed her son. He


    was coughing violently with his eyes closed.


    "Baby, are you okay?" she asked worriedly as she patted his back. She didn''t have much experience in


    taking care of a kid. Not knowing what to do, she was flustered.


    She woke him up gently and said, "I''ll get some water for you, baby. Don''t move."


    After drinking some water, the little boy stopped coughing.


    However, just as she put the ss on the night stand, Gifford started to throw up all over the covers.


    It scared the wits out of ir. She jumped off the bed and got a bin to catch the vomit.


    The little boy threw up a few times until there was nothing left in his stomach. ir pulled out a few


    tissues to wipe his mouth. Then, she got a ss of water and asked him to rinse his mouth.


    ''What should I do? What should I do?''


    In a panic, she removed the covers and called Wesley, only to hear the cold, automated voice. "Sorry,


    the number you have dialed is not in service..." ir hit her forehead with her hand, feeling stupid. She


    remembered that Wesley was on a mission again.


    His parents were out of town and Niles had moved out to live with Irene.


    Left with no other choice, she decided to take her son to the hospital herself. She got dressed quickly


    and casually tied up her hair.


    Then, she took off his dirty clothes and changed him intofortable ones. Wrapping him in a coat,


    she carried the boy in her arms and walked down the stairs.


    ir found the key to the car which was installed with a child seat. After buckling him up, she gently


    caressed the little boy''s cheek andforted him, "Baby, Mommy is taking you to the hospital now.


    Hold on. Tell me if you need anything."


    Gifford nodded weakly, and leaned back in the seat, listless.


    Around two o''clock in the morning, ir arrived at the nearest hospital and registered into the


    emergency department. She carried the fifteen-kilogram boy in her arms the whole time. When she


    was inside the doctor''s office, she was already sweating profusely, even though she was in her


    pajamas and an overcoat.


    She told the doctor about the child''s symptoms. After a simple check-up, the doctor said, "It might have


    been caused by unhygienic food. But I can''t confirm it before further examination is done. I suggest you


    get him admitted right away and have his blood tested by tomorrow."


    ''Unhygienic food?'' ir''s heart skipped a beat. He had only eaten the food she had cooked today. Was


    there any problem with her cooking? If it turned out that her son had fallen sick because of the food she


    had cooked, she would have failed as a mother.


    With Gifford in her arms again, ir went up and down the hospital to finish the formalities. By the time


    he was put on a drip in a ward, it was already four in the morning.


    The little one looked pale and sleepy. He closed one of his eyes. "Mommy, say...good night. I close


    my...eyes." He spoke inartictely. It took ir a little while to take in his meaning.


    The needle was taped onto his forehead, since the veins on his head were easier to find. ir looked


    at the boy lovingly and nted a kiss on the other side of his forehead. "Good night, my dear baby."


    Gifford closed his other eye at once and said, "Good night, Mommy."


    Staring at his sleeping face, she held his little hands in hers and rained kisses on them. ''Oh, my little


    angel. You are such a good boy!'' He only cried a little when the nurse inserted the needle into his vein,


    but he soon stopped after ir coaxed him. He was quiet the whole time. She was almost moved to


    tears seeing how sweet her son was.


    ir thought that she should let Cecelia know about the kid''s condition.


    Considering that it was still very early in the morning, she decided to get some rest and tell the elders


    ''Baby, thank you foring into my life. I''m so happy to be your mom.''


    Shey down beside her son and fell asleep with him in her arms.


    After catching some sleep, ir woke up and took Gifford to get his blood test done before breakfast.


    Tears threatened to fall out of the little boy''s eyes when the doctor drew his blood. ir felt her heart


    ache. "I''m so sorry, baby. It''s my fault. I shouldn''t have cooked all those food for you."


    Gifford buried his face in his mom''s chest, bearing the pain.


    After breakfast, she texted Cecelia. "Mom, are you busy?"


    She waited patiently, but there was no reply. Cecelia was probably still busy.


    In two hours, the test results came. The doctor read the report and told her, "It''s a bacterial infection.


    He may develop a fever today. Please pay more attention to him."


    ''Bacterial infection?'' "So, it''s not because of the food he ate?" ir asked nervously.