Female Novel
Chapter 92
Judging from Jameson’s thin figure, Selena could imagine how worried the Fowlers were. They hadprobably ordered the kitchen to only serve Jameson bland food. With that in mind, she speciallyprepared some handmade dumplings in warm soup for the poor kid.
The dumpling soup was a hit; Jameson wolfed down a huge bowl of food until he was bursting atthe seams. After he cleared the bowl, he patted his belly in satisfaction while belching.
When night came, Jameson refused to leave Selena’s place, and Pierre was at the end of his wits.Oh well, Jamie is the patient after all!novelbin
When the words reached John, he threw a fit because Pierre had left with Jameson withoutconsulting him. It was Helen who calmed him down. “Pierre is Jamie’s dad. He wouldn’t harm thechild, so why are you getting all worked up?”
Jameson’s absence was a blessing for Meredith, who had lost sleep for three days in a row. Notonly did she not object to Pierre’s action, but she even welcomed it because she could finally getsome rest time.
After a much-needed long nap, she woke up to warm soups prepared by the servants. Now that shewas finally energized, she decided not to let this opportunity go to waste.
Later, Meredith went downstairs, where John and Helen were having tea together. The elderlycouple had also lost sleep over Jameson’s illness, so they had taken the chance to take a nice napin the afternoon, and after the nap, they looked way more refreshed now.
Upon seeing Meredith, Helen quickly waved her over. “Come here, Meredith! The last two daysmust have been tough on you. Your dark circles are still showing even after the long nap!” Then,she sighed and went on to say, “When a child falls sick, the mother suffers the most.”
Meredith joined the couple and took a seat. While she spoke, she kept her head lowered, lookingbashful. “No, I wouldn’t say it was difficult. I haven’t been taking care of the kids much. If I’m stillabsent when they fall sick, I would fail as a mother.”
“You’re doing really well. Young parents nowadays are unreliable snowflakes. Most would leavetheir sick child to their grandparents, nannies or the daycare center.”
Over the past few days, Helen heard a stream of compliments for Meredith from the servants.
Although John did not voice his thoughts out, he was secretly satisfied with Meredith. The praisesthat the servants heaped on Meredith were conveyed to him by Helen.
“You have gone through a difficult time.” It was rare for John to address her directly, for he did nothave much to say to her. Hence, Meredith felt quite honored to receive his praise.
“No, it wasn’t difficult for me at all! There’s only so much I can do. However…” She kept her headlowered and added, “I’m a little worried about Pierre. He isn’t experienced in taking care of the kids.I wonder if he could manage it. Is Jamie still feverish? Does he feel uncomfortable? Will he throw afit?”
Meredith sighed as she rattled out a list of her worries. Finally, she asked, “Mr. Fowler, Mrs. Fowler,may I visit Pierre to check on Jamie?”
“Of course! Why not?” Helen then instantly called the family butler, Yoel to arrange for a chauffeur.“When you’re there, you can at least take care of each other. Pierre is a man after all, and hedoesn’t know how to take care of kids properly.”
This turned out to be exactly what Meredith had planned. Before this, she had no idea wherePierre’s private villa was located. With this opportunity, she could easily get hold of his privateaddress, which would make things easier down the road.
After that, the driver brought Meredith to the Dragon Gardens, much to her surprise. Since Meganand Finneas’ newlywed house was in the same neighborhood, she made a mental note to informMegan so that her sister could keep tabs on Pierre in her stead.
When they reached the entrance of the neighborhood, Meredith requested the driver to stop thereso she could walk her way into the area because she wanted some alone time with Pierre.
Soon, she found her way to Pierre’s villa based on the house number provided. After touching upher makeup, she pressed the doorbell and waited for a long time, but no one came to the door.
Frustrated, she made a call to Pierre, only to hear his ringtone from within the house. Looks like hedoesn’t have his phone with him. Where could he have gone?