After the doctor injected Theo with some antipyretic, his condition stabilized.
When Noe returned to the room with a towel to wipe off 'Evan''s sweat, everyone had already left the room except 'Evan'.
She couldn't help feeling weird about Sam's reaction.
When he saw 'Evan' holding her in his arms at the dining table, he did not comment on anything. And now, he even asked her to take care of 'Evan'.
"Mom... "
Theo was talking deliriously again. When Noe was about to retract her hand after she was done wiping sweat off his forehead, he grasped her hand suddenly.
Noe tried to break free of his grasp, but his hand was like a pair of pincers, gripping her tightly. She could not break free at all.
She glared at him, saying, "I'm not your mother. Let go of me!"
Still sleeping drowsily, Theo couldn't hear what she said at all. He continued to hold on to her hand tightly. Gradually, his frown softened and his breathing slowed down.
At this moment, Lawrence called Noe on the phone.