Chapter 341


    Though her fingertips were chilly and her soft fingers stiffened, there was sweat dripping from her


    palm. It must have been caused by her anxiety and nervousness. He gripped her hand tightly, his


    fingers brushing gently at her palm.


    He could only imagine how strong she had been to give birth to a child over the past year and to


    raise Jerry by herself. She had even drifted away to such a remote town. It was too much for him to


    even think about this.


    His palm was warm, wide and soft, wrapped around Jenna''s dainty hand. In an instant, her heart


    was inexplicably less fiery. Initially, she had walked in a hurry and stumbled along the way. When


    she went downstairs, her footsteps were unstable and she almost fell down. Luckily, Hansen held


    her with his strong arms. His big hands gently grasped her little hand, and his eyes were swirling


    with tenderness.


    With her mind still disoriented, Jenna turned around and looked at him. Hansen''s beautiful bright


    eyes were filled to the brim with determination and steadiness. He stared back at her with a hint of a


    warm,forting smile in his eyes.


    "Don''t worry," he said softly. "Jerry is also my son." He assumed a serious expression on his face,


    but a soft glow faintly radiated from his eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted up slightly.


    It was that exact smile, carrying with it a muted warmth, and his warm palm that sent a current of


    comfort through Jenna''s heart, gradually spreading to all of her limbs. Her entire body and mind


    rxed. The anxiety she felt after giving birth to Jerry had vanished, and her heart was floating with


    a sense of security.


    However, the guilt didn''t go away. Jerry was still young, and he had never been separated from his


    mother. However, she disregarded his feelings and went out for an entire night.


    It must''ve been because he hadn''t seen his mother and couldn''t drink breast milk that he ended up


    like this. After all, Jerry had never left her side.


    Jenna''s tears flowed. Hansen took her small hand and she felt as though she was almost running


    above the ground. His powerful arms almost lifted her up.


    It was a good thing that her house was not too far away.


    From afar, they could hear Jerry''s weak cries.


    It soundedpletely different from how brightly and confidently he used to cry. This was a serious


    illness!


    Jenna''s heart began to palpitate. As soon as she approached the gate, she freed herself from


    Hansen''s hand and ran into the house.


    "Be careful." Hansen''s hand was empty. He felt his heart tighten. Worried that she might fall, he


    hurriedly reminded her from behind and quickly followed after her.


    Inside the room, Jerry was lying in Sara''s arms, crying sickly. His entire face and cheeks were


    flushed red. Jenna''s heart leapt into her throat and she whimpered, "Mom." She took Jerry from


    Sara''s arms.


    As soon as Jerry was in her arms, she felt as if she was holding a ball of fire, and he was way too


    warm. When her hands touched his palms and soles, her hands almost got burned. There was a


    cold towel stuck to his forehead. Sara was worried that his fever would get worse, so she had


    ced it on his head.


    "Jerry, Jerry, my baby, what''s wrong?" Jenna pressed her forehead against his face, tears streaming


    down her cheeks. Her heart was aching as she said, "Mommy''s back. I''m sorry. I didn''t stay with


    youst night."


    After hearing Jenna''s voice and smelling the familiar scent, Jerry opened his eyes. When he saw


    that it was Jenna, his lips curled and he began to cry in a wronged manner. His sobs continued to


    twitch.


    His face was covered with tears and snot, and his pitiful look made Jenna''s heart tighten up.


    The mother and son hugged each other tightly, her eyes red as she said, "I''m sorry, Jerry. From now


    on, Mommy will never leave you again. Don''t cry. It''s fine. You''ll get better soon."


    Jerry was acting like a spoiled child as he looked up and down at the handsome man who had


    suddenly appeared in the house. He was crying as he looked at him.


    "Take him to the hospital quickly. He has vomited twice and is still having diarrhoea. He must be


    sent to the hospital. His fever is very serious now." Seeing that Jenna had returned, Sara finally let


    go of her anxiety and hurriedly reminded her.


    "Okay." Jenna quickly dragged her senses back and stood up with Jerry in her arms.


    "Come, Jenna, give the child to me." Hansen took Jerry from Jenna''s long arms and held him in his


    arms. When he looked up, he saw Sara ring at him with a cold face.


    As soon as he''d entered the room, Sara saw him. She was surprised at first, then her face turned


    serious, as if she was thinking about something.


    There was a look of awkwardness on Hansen''s face. He didn''t know how to face her.


    If it wasn''t for Jerry''s illness, he would never have wanted to show up in front of Sara at that


    moment. He knew that she would definitely hold a grudge against him, but he couldn''t exin


    himself right now. He greeted her ''mother'' in a low voice and carried Jerry out of the house.


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    All of Hansen''s attention was on Jerry. The child in his arms was so warm that he had to take him to


    the hospital immediately!


    Jenna hurriedly packed a few of Jerry''s clothes and followed Hansen out.


    Hansen walked in front, followed by Jenna. Perhaps Jerry didn''t know Hansen, so he began to cry


    in his arms, and kept calling, "Mom, Mom."


    Tears streamed down Jenna''s cheeks as she replied, "Jerry, be good. Mommy''s here."


    Jerry cried, "Hug, hug."


    "Jerry, Mommy is too tired, let Dad hold you, okay?" Jerry''s body was writhing in the arms of


    Hansen, and his face was full of tears. Hansen took measures to cajole him and looked down at


    Jerry. Jerry looked so simr to him. It was as if he was looking in a mirror. The feeling of kinship


    filled his heart instantly, making him fell fulfilled.


    His footsteps were very fast, and Jenna followed him with great strain. She stretched out one hand


    behind her.


    Jenna was already in a state of stupefaction. This was the first time for Jerry to be so ill, and it was


    all because of her. Other than being anxious, she didn''t know what to do.


    When Hansen stretched out his hand towards her, she instinctively extended her own hand. Hansen


    gripped her hand tightly and pulled her forwards. In this way, Jenna stood side by side with him.


    Hansen held Jerry in one hand and Jenna in the other. The three of them walked forwards.


    Perhaps because he had seen Jenna, although Jerry cried from time to time, he did not demand


    Jenna to give him a hug. His ck eyes merely red at Hansen.


    Hansen smiled at him, his eyes full of tenderness. He coaxed Jerry, "Jerry, don''t cry! A man should


    not cry because of a small fever. You should be strong and don''t let your


    mother worry about you. Do you understand?" No one knew if it was because his all too pleasant


    voice, or if it was an intuitive connection between father and son. All in all, it was the same.


    When Jerry heard these words, he actually stopped crying. However, his mental state wasn''t very


    good, and even as hey there in his arms, he looked fragile.