Chapter 1486 - 1527: Going to the Hospital

The light in those phoenix eyes seemed to hold a longing, yet it also seemed to carry a kind of despair, gradually becoming dim, and that little arm reaching desperately towards him was now falling powerlessly...

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The next moment, everyone was stunned. Jeremiah May unexpectedly stepped forward quickly and stretched out his hand to grasp the little one’s arm, which had already begun to droop.

"Ah? Young master!" Amelia Foster was about to sit in the rear seat holding her daughter, but Jeremiah May’s action prevented her from getting into the car for a moment.

Even Jeremiah himself was surprised that he actually reached out to grab the little one’s hand. What was he... doing?!

But when he wanted to let go, the small hand originally held by him clung tightly to his hand instead. That little grip seemed to use all its strength to hold on, and even though it’s just a child, such force made Jeremiah’s hand feel a bit painful, and he couldn’t help but frown.

Her hand is very small. In fact, if he wanted to, he could easily shake off her hand, but... Jeremiah’s thin lips pressed tightly together.

"Young master..." Amelia Foster spoke up. With Jeremiah and Nan Nan holding hands like that, she couldn’t get into the car.

Jeremiah was about to break free of the little one’s hand, but the little one only grasped his hand tighter, and with effort, said, "Mom... holding... big brother, Nan Nan doesn’t hurt... pain pain fly away..."

Although the words were very childish, everyone could understand the general meaning of what the little one was saying, but... this meaning was a bit puzzling.

What does it mean? Holding Jeremiah will alleviate the pain?

Nevertheless, relatively speaking, the little one’s breathing had already stabilized considerably, and the convulsions of the body began to cease.

However, Amelia Foster naturally still had to take her daughter to the Hospital, so she said to her daughter, "Nan Nan, quickly let go of your hand, don’t hold onto the young master, mommy will take you to the Hospital."

But the little one shook her head with effort, "Holding big brother... won’t hurt... Nan Nan wants to hold on, Nan Nan won’t hug big brother... Nan Nan just wants to hold..."

Amelia Foster couldn’t help but get a lump in her throat. This child, even if she had hurt her head, was still so attentive to remember what she had told her before. She had said not to let her hold the young master again, not to anger him, and her daughter really remembered that, not forgetting.

But just holding like this still wasn’t an option; eventually, she had to let go to get in the car and go to the Hospital.

Amelia Foster continued to persuade, but no matter how she tried, Nan Nan just wouldn’t let go. Just as Amelia Foster thought of using forceful means to tear her daughter’s hand away, Jeremiah suddenly turned to Old Mr. May and said, "Uncle, I’ll accompany them to the Hospital."

Old Mr. May looked at his nephew with interest, "Don’t find it troublesome?"

Jeremiah didn’t respond.

Old Mr. May smiled and didn’t press the issue, simply saying, "Alright, then I’ll head home first."

Jeremiah followed Amelia Foster into the back seat of the car, while 8-year-old Clarence Xenos sat in the front passenger seat.

The car headed towards the Hospital, and all the way there, the little one’s hand, from start to finish, held Jeremiah’s hand without letting go, and the little one’s complexion also gradually began to restore some color, finally looking no longer as pale as paper.