CHAPTER 10: CHAPTER 10: THE GENTLE CARE OF THE COLD-FACED SHURA

Ravenswood First Hospital.

Director Hawkins placed the CT scans on the light board, examined them closely, and said to Ivana Monroe, "The child’s head has suffered soft tissue bruising. I’ll prescribe some anti-swelling medication, and when you get home, use a warm towel to apply heat to the bruised area. In about ten days, the swelling should completely subside."

Ivana Monroe looked at Director Hawkins gratefully, "Thank you, doctor."

Director Hawkins quickly responded, "No problem, no problem, it’s my honor to treat Mr. Keane’s young son."

Standing next to Ivana Monroe was a tall, handsome man. In Ravenswood, if he stomped his foot, the ground would shake three times. Even the hospital director would treat him like a revered ancestor, and he was just the chief pediatrician. Who was he in comparison? Yet, Mrs. Keane was still so polite to him?

Director Hawkins’s goodwill towards Ivana Monroe skyrocketed.

You know, the wealthy women in Ravenswood who come to get their children treated often have their noses upturned, not paying attention to the doctors. If a single word is misspoken, they immediately call the hospital director.

In comparison, this Mrs. Keane, a real mogul among Ravenswood’s elite wives, far surpassing those rich ladies, the key is she’s so discreet and polite.

Ivana Monroe realized Director Hawkins misunderstood, mistakenly believing her son to be Leon Keane’s son, thus implying she was Leon Keane’s...

Ivana Monroe’s face turned red as she explained, "My son is not..."

Leon Keane suddenly placed his arm around her shoulder, cutting her off with the masculine scent wafting onto her cheek, "Let’s go get the medicine! There are still many people outside with their kids waiting for Director Hawkins to treat them, let’s not disturb him further."

"But..." He whispered in Ivana Monroe’s ear, as she held little Timmy in her arms. Having nowhere to hide, she could only shrink her neck. His action made her blush, leaving her at a loss for words.

Leon Keane took in Ivana Monroe’s peach blossom-like, soft and alluring expression, his thin lips curled into a smile. Suddenly, he noticed a little light bulb with fluttering eyes watching him.

Without Ivana Monroe’s consent, Leon Keane reached out and took the child from her arms, "You’re so heavy, letting mommy carry you? How inappropriate! I’ll carry you."

Timmy Monroe pouted, he’s only six years old, is he really that heavy?

However, since this Uncle Kane was willing to lessen mommy’s burden by carrying him, Timmy Monroe didn’t refuse.

He carried Timmy Monroe, turned, and left the consultation room.

Ivana Monroe quickly followed out, fearing he might mistake Timmy Monroe for his own son and run off with him again.

Director Hawkins watched the handsome couple leaving through the door, sighing, "Leon Keane is known as the cold-faced demon in the business world, but who would have thought he’d be so gentle and considerate with his wife?"

Ivana Monroe caught up with Leon Keane, reaching out to take Timmy Monroe from his arms, "I’m not tired, hand me the child!"

Leon Keane didn’t let go, his obsidian-like eyes staring at her intently, "Are you sure you want to fight me for the child here?"

Ivana Monroe’s heart jolted, her face turning slightly pale, "What do you mean by this?"

Didn’t he already call to confirm? Timmy isn’t his son?

Ivana Monroe looked at his incomparable handsome face, Timmy seemed almost to be a miniature version of him. Could he be the man she had a relationship with back then?

If it’s true, then Timmy would be his...

No, it can’t be.

Timmy is hers alone. She carried him for nine months and gave birth to him. It was she who painstakingly raised him to six years old. She will never allow anyone to take Timmy away from her.