Chapter 1060 Sam Came to the Company
"During dinner, I was washing my hands and accidentally got my sleeve wet. I didn't bother to change it, so I just let it stay damp... Maybe that's how I caught a cold," Sam explained.
"Oh, Sam," Penelope sighed. "Next time, be more careful. If your clothes get wet, change them right away or let me or Ruby know."
"Okay, Mom! Thanks for taking me to the hospital so early in the morning."
"As long as you get better soon, it's worth it."
Sam patted his chest confidently. "Don't worry, Mom. Look how strong I am! It's just a little cold; I'll be fine in two or three days!"
Kelvin chimed in, "Sam's pretty healthy. Getting a cold once a year is normal. It's no big deal."
"Exactly!"
As they chatted, the test results came back.
Penelope handed them to the doctor, who prescribed some medication and took Sam's temperature.
"His temperature has gone down," the doctor said. "No need for an IV, just take some medicine. This kid looks so well-behaved and smart, and he's really handsome."
Even Sam's face could earn him compliments from the doctor.
"Of course," Sam said proudly. "Just look at how good-looking my parents are."
The doctor and nurse laughed heartily.
Penelope finally relaxed.
He was going to be okay.
After all the fuss, it was already 11 a.m. by the time they left the hospital.
Sam took his medicine, which had a sleep-inducing effect, and he was soon fast asleep in Kelvin's arms.
"You should go to the office," Penelope said. "I'll stay home with Sam. He's sick, and I want to take care of him myself. I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving him with someone else, and he wouldn't be happy either."
She could tell that Sam enjoyed having both her and Kelvin around.
Kids his age were always clingy with their parents.
Kelvin asked, "You're not going to the office? I remember you said the design department has a meeting this afternoon."
"I'll have to let Monica know."
Kelvin frowned slightly. "Sam's fever has gone down. After another dose of medicine this afternoon, he should be almost better. How about... we take Sam to the office?"
Penelope hesitated. "Take him to the office?"
"My office has a rest area. He can sleep there," Kelvin suggested. "You can check on him anytime, and I can look after him too."
After thinking it over, Penelope agreed.
Her design draft was nearing its deadline, and she had a lot to do in the afternoon.
If she didn't finish her draft, many subsequent tasks would be delayed.
So, Kelvin and Penelope took Sam to Davis Group.
The CEO's office was spacious, with a private rest area that was like a small suite, equipped with everything.
Penelope laid Sam on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and touched his forehead.
It wasn't as hot anymore.
"When he wakes up, make sure he eats first," Penelope instructed. "Something light, drink some water, and then take his medicine. He shouldn't take it on an empty stomach."
"Got it."
Penelope still felt a bit uneasy. "Are you sure you can handle this?"
Kelvin had no experience taking care of kids!
"You explained everything so clearly. I've got it," Kelvin assured her. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."
Penelope went over the medication and dosages again before reluctantly leaving.
Kelvin looked at the sleeping Sam, his gaze softening.
Usually loud and mischievous, Sam could be quite a handful, but when he was sick... he was as quiet and docile as a little mouse.
Kelvin didn't close the door completely, leaving it slightly ajar so he could see inside from his desk.
If Sam kicked off his blanket or woke up, Kelvin would notice immediately.
Kelvin then got to work.
Penelope returned to the design department.
"Penelope, Penelope, it's time for the meeting," Tina said. "I thought you might not make it today."
"Sam's sick. I spent the whole morning at the hospital."
"Is it serious?"
Penelope shook her head. "Just a cold and fever. The fever's gone now, nothing major."
Tina sighed in relief. "That's good."
"Let's go to the meeting," Penelope said with a smile. "He's sleeping in Kelvin's rest area right now."
"Mr. Sam Davis is at the office?"
"Don't call him Mr. Sam Davis," Penelope said, pretending to knock on Tina's head. "Just call him by his name. Don't spoil him."
Tina replied, "He's my future boss, so it's appropriate!"
"Don't say that in front of Sam," Penelope warned. "He's very smart and quite vain. If you say things like that, he'll get even more arrogant."
Laughing and chatting, they headed to the meeting room.
Around 4 p.m., Sam woke up.
His throat hurt, he had a runny nose, and he coughed occasionally, which Kelvin could hear clearly.
"Awake?" Kelvin walked in. "Still feeling bad?"
Sam mumbled, "My throat hurts."
"That's normal with a cold. Get up and eat something to regain your strength, then take your medicine."
Sam nodded and coughed again.
Seeing Sam cough like that, Kelvin frowned deeply. Even though he knew it was just a cold, he couldn't help but worry.
He couldn't help but think about his own health...
"Where's Mom?" Sam looked around. "Why can't I see her?"
"She's working."
"Working at home?"
Kelvin replied, "We're not at home."
Sam looked up at him, then glanced around.
'Oh, this place seemed both unfamiliar and familiar.'
Sam ran out and exclaimed, "I'm actually sleeping in your office?"
He looked around curiously. "Kelvin, your office is so big and spacious! There's even a room for sleeping, a walk-in closet... You can see all of LA from the window!"
"Acting like it's your first time here."
"I've been here before, but I was always in a hurry and never got to really look around."
Despite being sick, Sam was still quite active.
Kelvin played the role of a doting dad, ordering food, watching him eat, and making sure he took his medicine.
Even though these were small tasks, they were time-consuming and required a lot of attention.
He realized how hard Penelope had it.
He was only taking care of Sam for a short while and already found it challenging, but Penelope had taken care of both Sam and Lucy in a small town for four years.
During those four years, Sam and Lucy were very young, growing from helpless infants to little kids.