"He is sick and undernourished."
The doctor who finished Lapel's treatment said, staring at Werazel. The expression on his face was judgmental, thinking what did they do to the child to become like this.
Malnutrition in this day and age... Even a child in a baron mansion.
The physician clicked his tongue. He muttered inwardly, saying that it was the last thing he expected.
"Is he going to be okay?"
Werazel asked for Lapel, who was lying in bed, with her gaze fixed on him. The child with his small eyes closed and breathing weakly looked sick to anyone. His blue lips were shivering, and the cold sweat that was forming on his forehead was running down his face.
"I will prescribe some medicine, but it is very important to feed him well and give him rest. "
Werazel was given a small vial from the doctor. The bottle containing the thin liquid was red like strawberry syrup.
"He just needs to take full meals three times a day and give him one tablespoon of this medicine after meals. "
Lizelle nodded.
The doctor packed some medical equipment in the room. The woman who couldn't take her eyes off her child and said to be from a business trip seemed very worried about her child. But the child is malnourished. How hungry is he and neglected...... Again, people are really not what they seem.
What a detestable person. The doctor left the room, thinking harshly.
If she had looked at the doctor's face at least once, Werazel would have noticed immediately what he was thinking and would have corrected it. However, she was too focused on Raphelion and did not know it. So, she had no choice but to notice belatedly about strange rumors that wandered later.
"Lizelle. Who is this child?"
The baroness hesitantly came into Werazel's room after the doctor went out and asked.
"I saw him and realized he had lost his parents, I just couldn't ignore him."
According to Lizelle's plan, she will go to the duke as soon as she finds Raphelion, seeing him in this condition, the child's recovery came first so she brought him home.
Baroness Rosalie was frightened when she saw her daughter came home looking crazy in a dress torn up to her knees, and even holding a child...
I was worried that my daughter had hidden a child from me without knowing it. Rosalie was relieved from Lizelle's answer. Only then she could breathe properly. It was fortunate it wasn't something she had to worry about.
"I see, so it was like that. Is the child okay?"
"Yes, once he eats and rests well, he'll get better soon," said Lizelle, removing the dark hair stuck to the cheek of Lapel wet with sweat.
"M..mom."
A small sound emanated from his little lips, his voice hoarse. One could see that he was looking for his mother. It was like after his parents died in an accident. Werazel sighed a little.
She cannot help but pity him. The child was like herself in the past.
At that time, she desperately needed a touch of affection, and so was Lapel.
"I've cooked some soup so if the child wakes up, give it to him. "
"Yes, thank you mom. "
Rosalie left the room, patting Lizelle on the shoulder, saying it would be okay.
