CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: COAXING HIM TO TAKE MEDICINE

"Doctor! Hurry, call the doctor over!"

Nathaniel exclaimed in surprise; Marcus had been refusing to take his medicine, perhaps now he will be willing.

The doctor arrived swiftly, preparing the medicine needed for today, kindly bringing along warm water.

"Marcus, take your medicine."

Nathaniel took the medicine and handed it to Eleanor tentatively.

If Eleanor could actually persuade Marcus to take his medicine willingly, he would have to be a bit more courteous to her in the future.

Eleanor felt a tingle on her scalp; this blind trust was truly unsettling. She could only brace herself and place the pills in her palm, gently coaxing, "Marcus, take your medicine so you can get better."

The child was still receiving an IV, likely severely ill to require both IV and medicine.

Marcus silently watched her, not saying a word.

Just when Eleanor thought he was about to refuse, he slowly stretched out his hand, put the medicine into his mouth, and took a sip of warm water in one fluid motion.

Eleanor’s face was filled with joy, as she touched his head in a rewarding manner, "Good boy."

Nathaniel felt a warmth in his heart, seeing the child so lively for the first time.

He kept Eleanor for a bit longer, noticing it was getting late outside, her face showing urgency, probably eager to leave.

"Send Miss Hollis back."

He said to the driver beside him, his tone softening a bit.

The driver nodded quickly; he had only learned this afternoon that Miss Hollis was the woman from that night.

Marcus had already fallen asleep, a satisfied smile on his face.

Seeing the child like this made Eleanor feel both sour and bitter, regretting her own child didn’t make it.

As she and the driver reached the elevator doors, Nathaniel personally came out, somewhat conflicted, yet he spoke.

"Miss Hollis, Marcus has had autism since childhood, unwilling to communicate with people. He seems to like you very much, could you..."

Making such a request was quite unreasonable, especially after getting the call from the Quinton Family at night; he learned Eleanor and Nathaniel had already divorced, and she left empty-handed, which enraged the old man.

"Marcus is very sweet, my grandma is in the neighboring room, I’ll come to see him often, Mr. Quinn, you don’t need to worry."

Eleanor knew he hadn’t finished speaking, feeling a little surprised; Nathaniel was said to be a true businessman, even with Grace he was stern, unexpectedly, he was so concerned about his only son.

"In the future, I’ll have a specialized person deliver meals to you and the elderly as a thank you."

Nathaniel disliked owing others; besides, all women approaching Marcus had ulterior motives. He didn’t know Eleanor, so it was best to keep things clear with her.

Eleanor nodded, remembering her grandma enjoyed the dishes tonight, so she didn’t refuse.

The elevator arrived; she and the driver entered.

"Has Mr. Quinn always been so good to Marcus?"

She couldn’t help gossiping; wasn’t Nathaniel supposed to be cold and unfeeling, not caring much about even his own relatives? They said he wasn’t close with the Quinton Family.

"Miss Hollis, this young master is the sir’s only son, taken care of by him personally since childhood, never under anyone else’s care, even diaper changes are done by him."

The driver spoke with admiration; seeing that scene back then had shocked him as well.

Eleanor widened her eyes in astonishment; she always thought in families like the Quinton Family, children should be raised by nannies.

Like Nathaniel and Joelle, both were raised by nannies.

To her surprise, the most business-minded Nathaniel actually raised his child himself.

"What about Grace? Why hasn’t she come to see Marcus who’s sick?"

She had spent quite some time here tonight, yet hadn’t seen Grace. With Grace’s personality, she shouldn’t miss a chance to impress Nathaniel.

"Miss Lynch and Mr. Quinn’s relationship has always been subtle."

As the driver finished speaking, he saw the elevator slowly opening, and standing outside was Grace.

Grace carried a basket of fruit and a bouquet of flowers; upon seeing Eleanor come out, she furrowed her brows, "Why are you here?"

Eleanor initially thought the person was here to see her grandmother but hearing Grace’s words, realized she probably didn’t even know which hospital her grandmother was in, feeling instantly upset but didn’t lash out.

"Grandma is in the ward upstairs."

"Miss Lynch." She timed her words as the driver called out, recalling how he just gossiped about this person, now feeling a little guilty.

"Nathaniel? Is Marcus alright?"

Grace asked urgently, suddenly recalling something, glanced at Eleanor, a tint of investigation in her eyes.

"Miss Lynch, the young master’s condition has improved; you’d better go up and see for yourself."

The driver wiped his sweat, sensing Miss Lynch seemed to dislike Miss Hollis; weren’t they raised together?

Eleanor said no more, waiting for Grace’s figure to completely vanish before smirking derisively. Not a single word about grandma, indeed a thankless wretch.

"Miss Hollis, let’s go, I’ll take you back; it’s hard to get a taxi now."

The driver dared not gossip further, fearing being seen by the family.

Eleanor followed him into the car, staring at the swiftly passing scenery outside, lost in thought.

Seeing Marcus made her miss her child who didn’t survive even more, as if part of her heart had been hollowed out, feeling miserable.

Meanwhile, Grace already carried flowers and fruit upstairs; as she opened the ward, she saw Nathaniel sitting beside Marcus.

Her face quickly brightened with a smile, wanting to find a vase for the flowers.

Nathaniel heard the door open, glanced over, eyes narrowing at the flowers in her arms, said sternly, "Get out!"

Grace’s steps halted, turning to see if anyone was behind her, confirming it was directed at her, feeling puzzled.

"Nathaniel?"

She called gently, somewhat apprehensive; did he find out about the matter with Nathaniel?

"As Marcus’s mother, don’t you know he’s allergic to this pollen?"

Nathaniel’s face showed signs of anger, his hand slowly clenched.

Grace trembled internally; there was no way she could know the child’s allergens.

The child had been under this man’s care all these years; she enjoyed the ease, naturally not knowing much.

Her eyes shifted, suddenly saying, "These flowers are for grandma; she loves flowers. I bought fruit for Marcus, knowing his allergy, I wouldn’t dare send flowers."

Hearing this, Nathaniel’s expression softened slightly but still frowned, "Deliver the flowers first; the elderly are in the ward next door."