"It's all my fault. If only I had noticed something was wrong with him earlier..."
If anything happens to the child, how is she supposed to carry on living?
Ruan Tianling raised his hand and pulled her shoulder close, comforting her softly, "It's not your fault. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't have suspected anything either. Alright, don't be upset. Perhaps he just has a cold or fever."
But his body temperature is normal, so how could it be just a cold or fever?
Jian Yufei knew Ruan Tianling was trying to comfort her. She stopped crying, worked to pull herself together, and tried to stay strong and calm.
At this moment, their child needed his parents—she couldn't afford to be weak.
"Ansel, we're almost at the hospital. Don't be scared; you're going to be fine," Jian Yufei gently reassured him.
Ansel's eyes were dazed. "Mommy, I'm so tired..."
"If you're tired, close your eyes and take a nap. When you wake up, everything will be okay."
