Chapter 817
When Lillian and Jackson arrived, Celine was sitting on a bench by the roadside, holding Logan and waiting.
Yves, the servant who had just contacted Lillian and Jackson, was worried the Price family might notice something was wrong. He had already found an excuse to run back to the Price family for help.
The Maybach pulled up by the curb, and Lillian, unable to contain herself, tried to push open the door to get out.
As she unbuckled her seatbelt, Jackson leaned over and firmly held her back.
"Calm down," Jackson's deep voice sounded in her ear.
Lillian clenched her fists and held back.
She knew Celine listened to Star, and letting Star know she was very concerned about Logan wouldn't be beneficial.
Moreover, it wasn't easy for Jackson to plant spies in the Price family. If she showed too much eagerness, Star might sense something was off.
Lillian adjusted her expression, and Jackson slowly lowered her window.
Celine, sitting on the bench, naturally looked over, her expression slightly anxious.
"What happened?" Jackson frowned and asked.
Celine recognized Jackson and was startled, her expression becoming even more flustered.
She knew Jackson cared about Logan to some extent and worried about taking responsibility, so she instinctively tried to cover Logan with her coat.
Jackson's sharp gaze had already swept over, his voice cold.
"What happened to Logan?!"
Celine, realizing she had been discovered, stood up with Logan in her arms and said, "Logan suddenly didn't feel well. He just vomited and is now asleep."
She took a couple of steps forward with Logan, and Lillian, unable to hold back any longer, exclaimed, "He's not asleep! He's clearly passed out!"
Lillian pushed open the car door, jumped out, and took Logan from Celine's arms. She quickly got back into the car and urgently said, "Jackson, hurry to the hospital!"
Logan's condition was clearly not right. His once smooth little face had turned slightly blue, and his mouth was tightly shut.
Jackson heard the tremor in her voice and quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, we'll be at the hospital soon."
As Jackson's voice fell, the car sped off.
Celine stood by the roadside, watching the car disappear, still a bit dazed.
She waited by the roadside for over ten minutes before Yves arrived in a car.
"Where's Logan?" Yves stopped the car and looked around, pretending to be puzzled.
Celine shrugged and frowned, "Why did you take so long? Where's Ms. Price? Logan was taken by Mr. Frane."
Yves looked surprised, "Who? Mr. Frane? How did Mr. Frane know Logan was sick?"
Celine shook her head, "Probably just a coincidence. Where's Ms. Price?" She asked about Star again, wondering why Star hadn't come since Yves had gone back to report.
Celine looked into the car and confirmed that Star indeed hadn't come.
"Ms. Price told us to take Logan to the hospital quickly. She said she had a headache and dizziness and needed to rest, not to be disturbed."
Yves was annoyed, thinking about how Logan was in trouble.
She had gone to knock on Star's door to report, but Star took a long time to open the door and then scolded her harshly.
Star said they couldn't handle such a small matter and were bothering her, questioning why she kept such useless servants.
Finally, Star just told her and Celine to take Logan to the hospital and slammed the door.
Celine, hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief.
She had been worried that Star would blame her for not taking good care of Logan, but it seemed Star didn't care much about Logan.
That was good.
"Logan was taken away, so what do we do now? Let's go find him quickly," Yves said, reaching for the car door.
But Celine thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Frane isn't an outsider. Since he took Logan to the hospital, we don't need to worry. Let's go back and report to Ms. Price."
Celine finished speaking and turned to walk back into the neighborhood.
Yves rolled her eyes at Celine's back, feeling sorry for Logan.
Such a small child, from a wealthy family, and a premature baby with some congenital deficiencies, should have been carefully cared for. But he was treated worse than an average child.
A child without parents was pitiful.
At the hospital.
Half an hour later, Lillian and Jackson had taken Logan from the emergency room to the pediatric ward.
Logan had woken up, and his face, which had turned blue in the car, was slowly returning to normal.
To Lillian's surprise, Logan seemed to recognize her.
When Logan opened his eyes and saw her, he didn't cry or fuss but stared at her in a daze.
Then, as if recognizing her, Logan's big eyes sparkled with joy, and his little hand tightly grasped Lillian's finger, trying to snuggle into her arms.
Lillian held him, gently patting and soothing him, but didn't let him snuggle too much.
Her voice was incredibly gentle as she comforted him.
"Don't move around, sweetheart. The doctor put a needle in your head. Once the medicine is done, you won't feel uncomfortable anymore."
Logan had a large, swollen bump on his forehead, and Lillian felt heartbroken looking at it.
The doctor diagnosed a mild concussion, fortunately without internal bleeding, and it shouldn't affect brain development.
Logan, being stopped, seemed unable to understand why Lillian wouldn't let him snuggle.
His big eyes blinked twice, and his little mouth quivered, tears starting to fall.
Lillian was startled and quickly patted him gently.
"Don't cry, sweetheart. Are you uncomfortable? Is your head hurting again?"
Lillian kept asking, anxious, but five-month-old Logan couldn't possibly tell her.
He cried out loud.
Lillian looked to Jackson for help, "Jackson, what's wrong with him? Call the doctor to check again. Is he still uncomfortable somewhere?"
Jackson didn't know why Logan suddenly started crying either.
He frowned, nodded, and pressed the call button. Seeing the doctor hadn't arrived yet, he opened the door and went out to find one.
Lillian gently placed Logan on the bed, continuing to soothe him softly.
"Do you have other injuries? Let me check, okay?"
Lillian said, gently unbuttoning Logan's coat and taking off his little jacket.
She then unbuttoned his thin sweater and lifted his inner shirt.
Logan's delicate skin was exposed, and feeling the cool air, he cried louder.
Lillian instinctively tickled his little belly, saying, "Are you shy, Logan? I'll check quickly."
Logan was a sensitive baby, seemingly curious about being tickled softly.
His chubby feet kicked twice, and he stopped crying, staring at Lillian with his still teary eyes.
Not seeing Lillian's further actions, Logan seemed anxious, lightly kicking her chest again.
Lillian smiled, pinched his little foot, and tickled his soft belly again.
Logan laughed.
Lillian's heart melted, and she tickled him again, pushing his little shirt up.
The next second, her smile froze.
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