[Anton's P.O.V.]
I looked at Myron and picked him up. "Thank you, Rowling, for taking care of him over the past few days."
I couldn't say anything else in front of Myron.
"No worries, it was what I should do anyway." Rowling smiled. She understood what I was trying to say.
I carried Myron into Ellie's room and put him down. "Mom is asleep. Are you sure you want to disturb her?"
I had been hiding from Myron the fact that Ellie had been poisoned. Although I felt guilty that he couldn't see me and Ellie for the past few days, I didn't want him to see the poison spreading through Ellie's body either. It might scare him.
"Daddy is lying!" Myron didn't buy it. He clenched his fists and shouted at me, "Mom is sick. She won't sleep for many days in a row!"
I was shocked that Myron knew. But Rowling couldn't have told him. Otherwise, he would have said something when I hugged him.
