At this moment, Forsythia was cradling Elijah.
"Your uncle Fred told me yesterday that you were fine, so why do you have a fever today? Did you not cover yourself with a blanket at night? Or did you drink cold black tea?" Forsythia asked.
Elijah shook his head. Perhaps because of his fever, his eyes were slightly wet, coupled with red cheeks, making him look even more pitiful.
Forsythia, fearing that the ice would be too cold against Elijah's skin, would move it away intermittently.
Meanwhile, Gem Atkinson was on the phone with Norma Ruby.
"Come to the hospital immediately, Elijah has a fever."
"Yes. What did Elijah eat this morning?"
"Was it his aunt who prepared breakfast? You didn't know? How could you be a mother?"
The man was clearly angry. Forsythia pinched the man's arm, urging him not to scare Elijah.
