"It seems that our little Prince is in a good mood." The nurse in charge of his care greeted them with a bubbly smile, cheerfully putting down the medications in her hand on the table beside his bed.
"Yes, my Oliver is feeling so much better." Jules returned her greeting with equal enthusiasm as she patted her son on his arms.
It had been a week since he had woken up. So far, the doctors did not find anything wrong with him, assuring her he would have a smooth recovery.
But, of course, he would still need therapy and constant supervision, which meant additional expenses she could not afford, and going back to work anytime soon seemed out of the question.
But how could she return to her job when Damon transferred her son to the big hospital in the city? Of course, she was glad that her son was getting the best care money could buy.
"Mom said that I can have ice cream today." Oliver turned to Nelly, his private nurse, whom Damon hired, even if it was against her will.
