Estre sighed, “I have no idea, Thomas. And honestly, it’s not my circus, not my
monkeys.”
She had been a bit under the weather a few days back with a mild cold, but it had been over two weeks
since shest saw Jason. If he had caught something, it certainly wasn’t
from her.
Thomas chuckled, teasing her, “Who’s pinning anything on you, Estre? I’m just saying, our boy Jason
here is sick with longing for you. Ever since you dropped the divorce bomb, he’s been down for the
count with a fever hitting the high 104s. The docs at the hospital are stumped-his fever just won’t break.
If he keeps going like this, he’s gonna be
toast.”
Hearing Thomas’ over-the-top story, Estreughed, “A fever that high? He wouldn’t need cremation
at that point.”
Estre, seeing she had rendered Thomas mute, yfully smacked his head with the stack of papers
she was holding, “You should be on aedy stage.” If someone had a fever that high for days, they’d
be a goner, not waiting around till now.
“Estre, you messed up my hair,” Thomas said, smoothing back his locks before adding, “No joke, I’m
dead serious about Jason. If you don’t believe me, go see him at the hospital. He’s burning up with no
sign of cooling down.”
“Enough, Thomas. I’ve got better things to do than trade barbs with you all day.”
Estre straightened his rumpled cor with a pat and turned, heading for the parking lot. Thomas
called after her retreating figure, “If you can find the time, maybe drop by the hospital to see Jason.
Otherwise, you might miss your chance to see him for thest time.”
Without turning back, Estre waved dismissively at Thomas, slid into her car, and drove off. Thomas’
words were like ate-night infomercial-more fiction than fact. Even if Jason was genuinely sick, there
wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell she’d visit him.
The next day, after wrapping up a meeting about an environmental case with the authorities at the
governmental facility, Estre was all set to head back when she spotted Jason walking towards her,
with Drew in tow. Jason appeared as if nothing was wrong, and Estre was even more convinced that
Thomas was full of hot air.
As they approached, Drew hurriedly greeted her, “Ms. Estre.”
“Hey,” Estre responded, then turned to Jason, “Thomas ims you’re hospitalized with a raging
fever.”
Drew, eager to rify, said, “Ms. Estre, Mr. Jason was indeed sick this morning, spiked a 102, but he
insisted on attending a meeting here; we couldn’t talk him out of it.”
With a pitiful look, Drew finished his exnation. Estre nced at Jason and saw hisckluster eyes
and evident exhaustion. Without delving into Jason’s illness, Estre simply said, “You two take care.”
As she walked away, Jason turned and kept his eyes on her. He had been surprised to run into Estre
just now. The one silver lining for him was that during their brief exchange, she hadn’t brought up the
divorce. That would’ve really chilled him to the bone.
“Mr. Jason, Ms. Estre’s long gone,” Drew murmured, noting Jason’s lingering gaze.
Jason, after a moment, finally turned away.
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Beside him, Drew sighed resignedly, wishing Jason had been more attentive earlier. He sneaked a
nce at Jason’s forlorn expression, understanding the guilt Jason felt for past mistakes-broken
promises, ignorance of her miscarriage.
After crossing paths with Jason, Estre went straight home to be with her kid. Nowadays, her life
revolved around work and spending time with Isaac. She had ns in the pipeline. Once the
environmental case was settled, she’d be joining the team at Justice Guardians LLP.
Later that afternoon, after tucking Isaac in for his nap and returning to her study to sort through case
files, Thomas’ call came through “Estre, Jason’s in bad shape. You shoulde to the hospital.”
Estre was tempted to throw her phone against the wall.
“Estre, it’s serious. The doctors are all doom and gloom, saying it might be some sort of mental
problem,” Thomas went on.
Estre replied coolly, “I ran into him at the governmental facility this morning. Next time, try to make
your act more convincing.” With that, she hung up.
Did they think she was born yesterday? ying these childish games with her?
In the hospital room, Thomas stared dumbfounded at his phone as Jason, irritated, tossed a pillow at
him. “Do I look like I was at death’s door to you?”
Thomas, using one hand to shield his face and the other to catch the pillow, protested, “No, Jason,
Estre said she saw you at the facility this morning.”
Drew chimed in, “She did, indeed.”
Thomas sighed, “Jason, if you’re sick, make it believable. Why were you out and about, making me
look like a fool in front of her?”
Jason simply shot him à withering look. He really was ill, and he had gone to the meeting, but returned
to continue his treatment. Thomas just underestimated Estre, thinking a bit
of sympathy would soften her up.
Besides, what was Jason’s feverpared to the pain she endured during her miscarriage?
Back at her desk, Estre switched her phone to vibrate and refocused on her work. However, as she
immersed herself in the files, her head began to feel heavy, and her energy waned. A deep difort
settled in her spine and shoulders, a burdensome weight that seemed to grow by the minute.
Juggling a stack of documents in one hand and pressing the other to her forehead, Estre was taken
aback by the heat emanating from her skin. “Why am I burning up?” she wondered.
Realizing that something was off with her health, Estre grabbed the thermometer and took her
temperature. She wished she hadn’t-39 degrees Celsius was ring back at
her.
Staring at the reading, Estre swiftly pulled out a face mask and put it on, then she packed up the
case files on her desk and went looking for her mother. “Mom, I’ve got a fever. I’m going to check it out
at the hospital. Can you keep an eye on Isaac for me? Maybe take his temperature too. I’m afraid he
might’ve caught it from me.”
She had intended to check on Isaac a moment ago, but with the fever raging, she decided against
going near him.
Autumn, hearing Estre’s words, quickly asked, “Can you manage on your own at the hospital? I’ll get
your dad toe home and apany you.” In Autumn’s eyes, Estre, even as a mother, was still
her child, her ever-growing daughter.
“It’s okay,” Estre replied, slipping on her shoes. “There’s a lot of fevers going aroundtely, I’d better
not stick too close to you guys. I’ll head to the hospital and get a blood test done first.”
With that, Estre grabbed her cellphone and car keys and headed out the door. If she lived alone,
without a child, she wouldn’t be so worried. But now as a mother, she had to be cautious. Firstly, to
prevent passing anything to Isaac, and secondly, to ensure she could take care of him.
Autumn watched Estre drive away before going upstairs to check Isaac’s temperature. Estre had
come back home, more mature and sensible than she had been three years ago. That’s the strength of
motherhood.
At the hospital, after registering, Estre waited for her blood test results when a young nurse
approached her. “Estre, we’ve got a couple of rooms avable upstairs. Do you want to get admitted
now? Otherwise, if your fever doesn’t subside, we might run out of roomster. We’ve been swamped
with patientstely.”
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