Yes, I Have a Child with the Villain

Caroline Whitman didn’t pretend to wake up until seven o’clock, when Adrian Grant re-entered the room.

But it was already seven, and the little guy still hadn’t woken up.

The two rookie parents finally realized there was a problem.

They rushed over to check on him.

The little guy’s cheeks were flushed pink.

"Ryan, Ryan, wake up."

"Ryan?"

Caroline Whitman gently shook him while Adrian Grant felt the child’s forehead, also calling his name a few times.

The little guy was shaken awake. He opened his eyes, looking completely baffled. "Mommy, Daddy, what are you doing?"

Adrian Grant felt the child’s forehead, then switched to his other hand. It felt a little hot.

"I think he’s a little warm."

Hearing this, Caroline Whitman also tested the child’s forehead temperature. Something was definitely wrong.

Finally, Adrian Grant went to get the thermometer.

Caroline Whitman sat the child up in her arms. Looking at the listless little guy, she asked worriedly, "Why are you so sluggish? Do you not feel well somewhere?"

Usually, he would have been gurgling and babbling to wake them up by now, not lying here so quietly.

Ryan Grant shook his head. "Just sleepy."

"And a little cold."

"You guys squeezed me last night, so I had to climb out to sleep."

After waking up, the little guy didn’t forget to complain about their behavior from the night before.

Caroline Whitman could only apologize helplessly. "The bed is too small. Sweetie, you didn’t fall off the bed last night, did you?"

"Almost." The little guy pinched his fingers together to show how close he was.

Just then, Adrian Grant walked in with the thermometer. He held it to his son’s skin for a moment, and the display read "99.5."

"A low-grade fever," Adrian Grant said, looking at the thermometer.

Hearing this, Caroline Whitman immediately decided, "Let’s go to the hospital. We can head back to Kingsport while we’re at it."

A child’s immune system isn’t as strong as an adult’s. A minor cold or fever can be a small thing or a big thing, but with a child, you can’t afford to delay.

Adrian Grant: "Mm."

He had no objections.

With their child getting sick in the middle of the trip, there was no way they could continue sightseeing.

He had Ryan Grant brush his teeth, wash his face, and eat breakfast first. Then, he took some fever reducer from the children’s first-aid kit they had brought and gave it to the child.

They had brought it specially before leaving on their trip.

They were worried the child might not adjust to the new environment or catch a cold and fever, and they wouldn’t have medicine on hand.

After he took the medicine, Caroline Whitman and Adrian Grant packed their luggage together, while Ryan Grant helped by gathering his toys nearby.

"Mommy, are we going back now?"

"We are. How are you feeling now?"

Ryan Grant shook his head, indicating he didn’t feel uncomfortable anywhere.

After Adrian Grant closed the suitcase, he checked the child’s temperature again. It hadn’t changed, but at least it hadn’t gone up.

He said, "If you feel sick, tell us right away."

"Okay, I know."

It was still raining outside.

This kind of weather really wasn’t suitable for sightseeing.

The forecast for today was overcast and rainy, so it was definitely not a good day for it.

But it was a good day to go home.

The child had just taken his medicine and dozed off for a while in the car.

Caroline Whitman sat in the back seat with him, checking his temperature every few minutes.

In all her time as a new mother, this was the first time she had to deal with her child being sick.

Since the child’s low-grade fever wasn’t rising and he had already taken medicine, they decided to drive back to Kingsport and go to the hospital there.

By the time they reached Kingsport at noon, the child’s fever had already broken.

After a nap in the car, he was back to his chirpy, talkative self.

"Daddy, I’m hungry."

"Daddy, I have to pee."

"Daddy, when are we getting home?"

"Mommy, can we turn around and go back to Norcaster?"

"Mommy, Mommy, are we still going to have fun for the next few days?"

"Daddy, Mommy, why aren’t you guys talking?"

"..."

"..."

The silent pair both tacitly agreed at that moment: this child definitely didn’t need to be taken to the hospital for another check-up.

One look at his vibrant energy, and it was clear he was all better.

But they were only a few hundred meters from the hospital. Since they were already there, they decided to get him checked out just to be safe.

After a thorough check-up, the final conclusion was that the child was perfectly healthy.

Only then did the two of them leave the hospital, relieved, and head straight to a private kitchen restaurant for a meal.

They had just been seated when Adrian Grant received a phone call.

"Adrian, I’m back in Kingsport today. My brother is busy right now, so he told me to find you. Can you come pick me up?"

Caroline Whitman wasn’t actually trying to eavesdrop on the phone call, but she was sitting right next to Adrian Grant. The phone he was holding was right by her ear and the volume was loud, making it impossible not to hear.

The moment those words were spoken, even little Ryan, who was sitting on Caroline Whitman’s lap, heard them.

Talk about a mother and son being in sync; upon hearing that, the little guy and Caroline Whitman both turned to look at Adrian Grant at the exact same time.

Adrian Grant looked up to see two pairs of big, round eyes—one large, one small—staring right at him.

"..."

’What’s with this strange scene?’

’It’s like they’ve caught me cheating or something.’

The child, of course, wasn’t thinking that far ahead. He was mostly just curious, thinking his dad was about to leave.

Caroline Whitman, on the other hand, suddenly realized her reaction had crossed a line and quickly looked away.

Adrian Grant frowned. "Didn’t Zane Carson teach you how to call a cab? Or can your family not even afford a driver these days?"

"I..."

Adrian Grant hung up the phone. Ryan Grant blinked. "Daddy, are you leaving?"

"I’m not leaving." He took the child from Caroline Whitman’s arms and set him properly in a chair. With long, slender fingers, he picked up the teapot to refill Caroline’s cup, saying casually, "That was Zane Carson’s sister. I’ve only met her a few times. I’m surprised she suddenly called me today, too."

Caroline Whitman picked up the tea he had poured, took a light sip, and set the cup down before giving a faint "Oh."

’As long as it’s not some old flame who’s just returned to the country, it’s fine.’

The dishes began to arrive one by one.

Just then, Caroline Whitman’s phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

Puzzled, she answered it, and a warm, gentle voice came from the other end:

"Caroline, long time no see. It’s me, Ethan Xavier. Are you still in Kingsport? I just got back to the country. Could I trouble Miss Whitman to pick me up from the airport? I haven’t seen you in so long, I’ve really missed you."

"..."

Caroline Whitman subconsciously glanced at the father and son.

Sure enough, she saw those two pairs of almond-shaped eyes—one large, one small—staring intently at her.

The big one coolly retracted his gaze the moment she looked over, calmly picking up some food for the child.

The little one, however, just blinked curiously, not looking away at all.

’They definitely heard that, too.’

"Classmate Xavier, this is the age of the internet. It’s very easy to call a cab."

"But I wanted to see you. I called you the second I got off the plane. You have no idea how hard these past few years abroad have been for me..."

"Do you want a bowl of rice?" Adrian Grant asked, his cool voice cutting through their trip down memory lane.

Caroline Whitman quickly replied to the person on the phone, "I’m busy. Figure it out yourself. I don’t have a hobby of being people’s chauffeur."

After she hung up, Adrian Grant placed the freshly served bowl of rice in front of her.

The word "Thanks" was on the tip of her tongue, but then she remembered the scene from yesterday when he opened the car door for her, and she swallowed it back down.

"That was a high school classmate of mine..." Caroline Whitman explained after a moment’s thought.