Blanca Roach blushed slightly and took Rosanne Butler’s arm and sat down on the sofa.
“I’ve been too tired lately, that’s why I got up a little late.”
“I can still not understand you.”
Rosanne Butler smiled, glancing at Matthew Grant next to her with a somewhat lofty look.
“Knowing how busy you’ve been lately, I took advantage of your free time, so I came over to see you and brought you a snack I made.”
“Thanks Mom.” Blanca Roach smiled good-naturedly, “I knew Mom was the best for me.”
“You.”
Matthew Grant pursed his lips and sat next to the little person who had fallen asleep again and gestured to Mrs. Brown next to him.
“Take little miss upstairs.”
“Wait a minute.”
Blanca Roach made a sound to stop, bending down to look at the stroller, muttering under her breath.
“Let me see our lovely Alice first, I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had time to take a closer look at Alice.”
But as soon as her eyes saw the little person, she noticed a hint of something wrong.
Today’s Alice was too well behaved.
Although this child is sleepy, but usually wake up in the morning, the spirit is very good, not to fall asleep again at this time.
She frowned and looked up at Mrs. Brown.
“Mrs. Brown, what time did Alice wake up this morning?”
“I just went to get little miss up for her milk at the usual time today, nothing strange.”
Blanca Roach looked at the little person who had little energy, and the doubt in her eyes deepened.
Although she has not spent much time with Alice this time, but always as a mother’s sixth sense still has.
“Think again, is there anything unusual about Alice today?”
“Right, little miss just drank less milk than usual, and also spit up some milk.”
Spitting up milk!
Blanca Roach’s face was instantly grave, and reached out to touch Alice’s forehead, which was so hot that her hand shook a little.
“How is it?”
Rosanne Butler also panicked and asked, how can she be a mother, how can a child spit up milk for no reason, the probability is that she is sick.
“I noticed when I was just teasing her that she was a little sickly, is she running a fever?”
“Hmm.”
Blanca Roach nodded and took the little person in the stroller in her arms, full of worry.
“Then hurry to the hospital.” Rosanne Butler sounded anxious, “Matthew, you get the car.”
Matthew Grant’s eyes were heavy, and he took a deep look at Blanca Roach and the child in her arms, and turned to take a step to the car.
The car did not stop on the way, and drove at high speed to the hospital downtown.
The vice president waiting at the entrance greeted the stopped limousine as soon as he saw it.
“President Grant, you, you’re here.”
“Well, has the doctor I asked you to find been arranged?”
“Arranged, already waiting in the infant consultation room, President Grant rest assured, he is an expert in infants and children, this way please.”
Matthew Grant nodded and followed him, walking quickly to the consultation room with the person in his arms.
Reaching out, he pushed open the half-buried door, allowing Blanca Roach to sit in the chair in front of the doctor with the tiny human in her arms.
“What’s wrong with the baby?”
“It seems to be a fever.” Blanca Roach frowned, her voice trembling a little, “I feel the temperature seems quite high.”
The doctor took the electronic temperature measurement and spoke in a flat tone.
“It is indeed quite high, thirty-nine degrees, how long has the child had the fever?”
“It was discovered this morning, not sure how long.”
Blanca Roach held the little person in her arms uneasily, and looked at her face, which was red from the fever, and just felt heartbroken.
“Doctor, is it serious?”