Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 962

Jackson immediately rose to his feet. “Okay. I’m coming home at once. Where is she hurt? Is it serious?”

Jackson heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that Summer had only hurt her leg. After ending the call, he turned to Tiffany and said, “You enjoy your meal. My mother’s been in an accident, so I have to rush home. I’ll pay for the meal. We’ll talk on the phone later.”

He had already disappeared before Tiffany could answer. She felt slightly disappointed but was worried about Summer at the same time. When she arrived home, she waited until Jackson had nearly arrived home before calling him. “Is Mrs. West alright?” she asked.

Jackson was in the hospital. “It’s nothing serious. Her right leg is broken. She’s complaining about her troubles in her old age, that she’s always getting hurt and is worried that she’ll end up a cripple. She’s in a pretty good mood. It’s late, why aren’t you asleep? Get an early night’s rest. Gotta go.”

She did not insist on continuing the conversation. She mumbled a reply and ended the call.

Nothing seemed peaceful this summer. At the Tremont Estate, Arianne held Aristotle, consumed with anxiety. Aristotle had suddenly contracted a fever in the middle of the night. There were no signs of him catching a cold; it just happened all of a sudden. Mary and Mark were packing Aristotle’s things before heading out, getting ready to head to the hospital.

Aristotle couldn’t sleep. His entire body was scalding. His little cheeks were red. He did not cry or fuss, but he did not eat either. He looked very weak. Arianne wept from heartache.

When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor's initial diagnosis was to recommend a full body check-up, as Aristotle was a premature baby and these situations happened very often.

Arianne leaned into his chest and sobbed. “I gave my life to bring this baby into this world. Of course, I’d be sad. I’m so scared that something might happen to him. You have to go to work tomorrow, so you should go home and rest. Mary and I can take care of him. It’d be much more convenient for me to stay behind, anyway, so I can feed him. Smore will cry if I’m not around.”

Mark gently patted her on the back. “You’re not the only one who’s close to Smore, you know. How can the company possibly be more important than our baby? I’ll stay too. You should go in and rest with Smore. Mary and I will be here. The doctors have already said it—we’ll just have to wait until Smore is old enough to have surgery, and he’ll be cured. Don’t cry.”

After a night in the hospital, Smore’s fever went down the next morning. However, he had to be administered with an IV for a few days to get rid of the symptoms of pneumonia. His tiny arm was swollen from being pierced by the needle and looked much chubbier than usual. Last night, Mark watched the nurse like a hawk as she administered the needle. Fortunately, she had successfully administered it in one go. Mark probably would have lost his temper if she had had to do it again.