A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 4170

Elissa, always attentive, rustled up some fruits and a small plate of beef stew for Brantley, who devoured them with the voracious appetite of a growing lad.

With a playful grin, the maid quipped, “Boys this age can eat a horse and still ask for dessert.”

Brantley’s face flushed with embarrassment as he shot back, “No way!”

Elissa chimed in gently, “She’s just teasing, kiddo.”

Brantley felt a lump form in his throat, torn between tears and gratitude.

Though he felt embarrassed, a flicker of joy spurred him on, and he attacked his homework with newfound energy.

Elissa reviewed his work with a critical eye, her standards firmer than Raphael’s.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of her phone shattered the quietude of the moment.

Brantley breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze fixed on Elissa as she conversed with Raphael, his ears straining to catch every word…

A persistent feeling of doubt gnawed at Brantley’s confidence.

In a moment of tenderness, Elissa glanced at him before saying softly into the phone, “He’s doing great.

And he’s eaten plenty.”

A faint chuckle echoed from the other end of the line.

Mindful of Brantley’s presence, Elissa carefully navigated the conversation, steering clear of any hint of intimacy.

Once the call ended, her tone turned stern again.

“You know better than to miss that question.”

Brantley gripped his pen, stealing a glance at Elissa before bowing his head to the task at hand.

He was incredibly well-behaved, hardly requiring any additional attention… But the underlying reason was rather disheartening.

Most well-behaved children harbored a constant sense of insecurity.

In the quiet of the night, the maid roused Elissa from her sleep.

“Mrs.

Jones, Brantley’s having a nightmare.

He keeps calling out for his mom.”

With sleep still clinging to her eyes, Elissa hastily donned a robe and hurried to Brantley’s side.

There, in the dim light, Brantley tossed and turned, caught in the grips of unseen fears.

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he whimpered for his mother.

Elissa’s gentle touch confirmed her suspicions: Brantley was burning with fever.

In a flurry of concern, the maid suggested, “Should we call Mr.

Jones?”

Elissa’s response was swift.

“He’s just settled in Czanch.

We can’t disturb him now! Let’s call the doctor, and if necessary, we’ll hail a cab to the hospital right away.”

Elissa checked Brantley’s temperature and gave him some medicine, but after thirty minutes, his fever persisted.

She felt his forehead, which was burning up.

Deciding it was best, she chose to take him to the hospital.

She softly caressed his cheek, gently called out his name, and quietly told him they needed to go to the hospital.

Although only half-conscious, Brantley made an effort to get up and dress himself, determined to walk down the stairs by himself.

Elissa’s heart ached seeing this.