Orson’s stomach issues weren’t too severe.
No IV was required.
The doctor prescribed three days’ worth of medication, instructing him to take it on schedule.
At the hospital, Orson had looked so pitiful, nodding like a scolded puppy as he obediently took his first dose of medicine. Head hanging low, he trudged behind Frederick and Leah as they returned home. But two hours later, the medicine worked its magic—he was back to bouncing around like a hyperactive monkey, dragging Eric to the nearby food street for snacks.
This left Leah and Frederick alone in the four-bedroom suite.
The living room was unusually quiet.
Frederick sat on the sofa, the warm glow of the floor lamp casting sharp lines across his well-defined profile. When Leah came out wearing a different dress, she
