Chapter 726
Lillian carried Logan to the emergency room. Jackson had already called ahead, and the hospital quickly arranged for two pediatricians on duty to come and treat him.
Half an hour later, Lillian settled down with Logan in the pediatric ward.
Although Logan's little face was still flushed, he was no longer having difficulty breathing or convulsing.
"Once the baby's fever goes down, there shouldn't be any major issues. Mr. Frane and Mrs. Frane can also help by wiping his palms, armpits, and neck to help reduce the fever. There's no need to worry too much." The doctor, with a respectful demeanor, reassured Jackson and Lillian.
Clearly, he had misunderstood the relationship between Jackson and Lillian and even assumed Logan was their kid.
Jackson was taken aback, then frowned slightly, his heart tightening involuntarily.
He worried that the doctor's words might hit Lillian's deepest wound and bring up painful memories.
However, when Jackson turned to look at Lillian with concern, he saw her sitting on the hospital bed, carefully holding Logan in her arms.
She was gazing down at Logan, her expression both worried and focused, as if she hadn't heard the doctor's words at all.
The dim light at the head of the bed cast a serene and gentle glow over the two of them, creating a scene as beautiful as a movie still.
Jackson's throat tightened, and his breathing became slightly erratic.
"Alright, we'll take good care of him. Thank you for your hard work," He didn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him, responding softly to the doctor beside him.
Sensing Jackson's obvious concern for Lillian and Logan, the doctor tactfully made a gesture and quietly led everyone out of the ward, thoughtfully closing the door behind them.
All of Lillian's attention was on Logan, as if she had automatically blocked out everything else around her.
"Don't worry, the baby just has a common herpes virus causing the emergency. Once the fever goes down, he'll wake up." It wasn't until Jackson's soothing, low voice sounded above her that Lillian looked up to see Jackson standing in front of her, gazing down at her.
With the light behind him, his stern features were softened by the gentle glow, his deep-set eyes looking tender.
Lillian's long eyelashes fluttered gently, her lips parting slightly. "If our Taylor were still alive..."
Lillian's voice was very soft, like a faint breeze.
She didn't finish her sentence, her words almost dissolving into a whisper on her slightly pale lips.
Jackson could understand Lillian's feelings at that moment. Just like her, he was also thinking how wonderful it would be if their Taylor were still here.
If Taylor had grown up healthy, he might be like this baby, a small bundle who cried loudly but was utterly dependent on his mother.
Jackson thought, leaning slightly to wrap his arm around Lillian and the baby she was holding.
Lillian lowered her head, perhaps because the situation felt dreamlike, or perhaps because she was clinging to this fleeting moment of beauty.
Lillian didn't struggle, quietly allowing him to hold her.
The soft baby in her arms, the scent of milk blending with the familiar woody fragrance of the man, filled Lillian's senses.
Her eyes gradually grew hot, and she closed them, feeling a painful ache in her heart.
However, illusions are always fleeting.
The baby in her arms moved, bringing Lillian back to reality as she opened her eyes. "Where is this baby's mother?"
It was then that she realized the baby's mother hadn't come into the ward.
Jackson had noticed this earlier but didn't mind.
In fact, seeing how much Lillian cared for the baby, he didn't want his mother to interrupt.
Now that Lillian asked, Jackson replied, "She might be outside. I'll go look for her."
Lillian nodded but frowned.
She remembered how irresponsible the mother had seemed when they met the baby in the restaurant earlier.
Bringing the baby to the hospital without any documents was one thing, but how could she disappear now that the baby was taken away? It was too outrageous.
As Jackson turned to leave, Lillian thought for a moment and said, "Can you ask someone to bring some clean clothes, small towels, diapers, a blanket, and some toys for the baby?"
Lillian remembered that the baby's mother seemed to have brought nothing.
Jackson paused slightly, his voice low and gentle. "Don't worry, I've already asked Terry to bring them."
Lillian hadn't expected him to be so thorough, noticing these things even before she did. Her clear eyes showed a hint of surprise. "Thank you."
She knew Jackson wasn't someone who liked to meddle in other people's business. He had helped find a doctor, arranged a ward, and asked Terry to bring things.
It was all because she cared about the baby.
"It's okay. By the way, do you know this baby?"
"Not really, but we have a connection. We met in the restaurant earlier," Lillian explained.
Jackson immediately thought of the flower Lillian had stepped on.
He raised an eyebrow slightly. "So, you were upset in the restaurant because of this baby?"
Jackson had noticed Lillian's emotional fluctuation at the time.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to step on the flower you gave me. I didn't know you made it yourself." Lillian met Jackson's gaze, perhaps because of the atmosphere.
The apology she couldn't say at the time came out easily now.
Jackson's eyes seemed to sparkle, and he smiled, gently ruffling Lillian's hair. "Silly, you never need to apologize to me. Besides, throwing a tantrum isn't a mistake."
He saw Lillian's tantrums as a form of affection.
And with him, she was allowed to make mistakes and try things out without any consequences.
Whether it was Jackson's overly gentle and accepting gaze or the soft touch of his hand on her head, Lillian's heart, which had been numb, began to beat loudly in her ears, a sound she could clearly hear.
Her ears turned a shade of flush from the panic, and she turned her head slightly.
Jackson's gaze lingered on the ruby-like redness of her ear, and he smiled.
He restrained himself and withdrew his hand, worried she might get tired from holding the baby for so long. "The baby is asleep. You can lay him on the bed."
Reminded by Jackson, Lillian realized her arms were sore, and her lower back ached.
She nodded. "I know. You should go find the baby's mother."
Lillian still believed that such a cute baby deserved all the love from his mother.
Maybe their exaggerated actions or Jackson's strong presence had made the mother too worried to come in.
She urged Jackson to find the mother while she gently placed the baby on the bed.
As Jackson reached the door, it was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
At the same time, the baby, just laid on the bed, started to cry loudly again.
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