Another kind man

Feeling warm hands on his forehead, Adelard smiled with the last of his strength. "I think I'm dying. If I die, save the baby. Please. Your hands are so warm."

"You have a fever. What did you do to the baby? Did you feed him anything?" the young man asked, trying to help.

"Milk."

"It's spoiled. He's dying! We have to go."

"Take him and save him," Adelard said before his eyes closed.

"Open your eyes! This is your baby! You have to be with him!"

"I can't." The next moment, Adelard felt the pain on his face. The taste of blood told him that this stranger had hit him too hard for death to take his soul.

"Let's go!"

When Armand found himself in the hands of a complete stranger, Adelard followed his instincts like a true father. Armand's voice called to him, giving him strength. And without noticing it himself, he ran after the tall figure of the man who was running toward the door.

"Where are we going?"

"If we don't hurry, he will die."