Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Catelyn described Ollie’s symptoms to the doctor and added, “it’s my fault, doctor. I shouldn’t have fed him spicy food. Does he have gastroenteritis?” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t panic, Ma’am. A child’s stomach isn’t fully developed, so they’re prone to vomiting, diarrhea, stomachache, and infection. These are normal, nonetheless. I’ve prescribed him some medicine, so just head downstairs to make the payment.”

Ollie, lying on the bed, watched how worried Catelyn was, and the smile on his lips froze with guilt.

His guilt soon turned into bitterness.

‘It’s so nice to have a mother who loves me, to feel worried when I get sick like Aunty Catelyn does,’ he thought, ‘but I…don’t have a mother.’

Every time he fell sick, his father would merely stand at a distance and let the doctor and Alfred take care of him, Although Maia would visit sometimes, she did not adore children as much as she tried to appear. When his father was around, Maia was an elegant, high-born lady, but whenever Cedrick was not around, Maia would lose interest in Ollie or even say demeaning words to him.

She thought that Ollie was too young to understand anything, but considering the environment he grew up in, he was much more mature than other children his age.

Ollie clenched his fists and scowled as sorrow filled his eyes.

He was, at the end of the day, a child who yearned for the love of a mother.

Just then, through the glass window, Ollie spotted Cedrick crossing the garden trail outside the room and seemed to be walking toward his location.

Cedrick was dressed in a full set of suits. He was tall and strong, and his lips were pursed into a cold, distant line.

Ollie widened his eyes and thought, ‘Not good. Why is Dad here? Is he here to get me?’

The boy deliberated everything for a moment before slipping out of bed.

Catelyn made the payment at the counter on the first floor before she headed back hastily without noticing Cedrick, who was walking into the lobby. By the time the man’s towering shadow loomed over her, it was too late.

Catelyn ran into Cedrick’s arms, and the receipts in her hand scattered on the ground. “Sorry,” she apologized before gathering the receipts to leave. Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the wrist. “Stop right there.”

Her eyes widened at the familiar voice.

Cedrick stared at her reddened eyes and questioned, “Did you cry?”

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Catelyn blinked frantically in an attempt to dry the tears in her eyes, stubbornly responding,” No.”

“I thought that you were going out with George? What happened? Where is he?” “It’s none of your business. Let go!” hissed Catelyn in frustration. Cedrick, however, merely tightened his grip around her wrist. “Spill, or you’re not going anywhere.”

“You—” Frustrated, tears began to gather in her eyes as she thought back to the way her son was suffering. “My son is sick He’s waiting for me to return after paying the bills on the second floor, okay? Can you let go of me now?” Cedrick tensed. It was the first time he had seen Catelyn cry. He had thought that maybe something had happened to George and was surprised to find out that it was about Miles

instead. Though Catelyn was sobbing quietly, the tip of her nose and skin around her eyes turned red as she cried. Her tears glittered under the sunlight. His frustration faded at that very moment. “I’ll go with you.”