Chapter 900


    Dr. Hanson''s hand rested on Nocturne''s wrist, taking his pulse with the focused attention of a seasoned


    physician while the other hand stroked his beard thoughtfully.


    After a prolonged examination, he finally spoke, "The boy will need to stay with me for at least six


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    months before we see any significant improvement."


    Agnes hade prepared for a long haul. If six months could bring about positive change, she would


    be eternally grateful.


    "I''m afraid I''m fresh out of spare rooms," Dr. Hanson said. "The boy will have to share a room with


    Esther. Ms. Pritchard, now that you''ve brought the boy over, make yourself at home. We''ll start his


    treatment first thing tomorrow."


    Agnes replied, "Would it be possible for me to stay tonight? I must leave in the morning, and it''s


    unlikely I''ll be able to visit often. I''m entrusting my son to you, Dr. Hanson."


    Dr. Hanson consented.


    Agnes settled Nocturne into his new room, which actually belonged to Esther. The room had one bed,


    but it was sufficientlyrge to amodate both childrenfortably.


    "Don''t worry, ma''am," Esther reassured her. "I''ll take good care of your son."


    Agnes smiled with gratitude. "Thank you, Esther."


    That night, as both children slept, Agnes sat by the bed, gazing at Nocturne''s peaceful face. She knew


    she would miss him terribly.


    In the silence of the night, Agnes wished time would slow its relentless march.


    Suddenly, Esther began tossing and turning, her small frame drenched in sweat and burning up with


    fever. Panicked, Agnes scooped up the feverish girl and rushed to the clinic, which luckily had a night


    attendant.


    Upon seeing Esther''s condition, the attendant nched and eximed, "We need to wake the


    Dr. Hanson —she needs his expertise!"


    Roused from his sleep, Dr. Hanson examined Esther with concern. "Has she had any sugar?" he


    asked.


    Everyone shook their heads, but then Agnes remembered, "I gave her a piece of chocte when I


    arrived today."


    At that, the attendant gasped, "Oh no, that''s bad. Esther has a sugar intolerance. Ingesting sugar is like


    poison to her, and you gave her chocte?"


    "I truly didn''t know," Agnes murmured, her voice trembling with fear and regret.


    The clinic was abuzz with activity as everyone rallied to help Esther.


    Dr. Hanson worked through the night, and as dawn broke, he emerged from his room with the news


    that Esther was out of danger.