Chapter 258: Chapter 140: Just Want to Please You 4
Because Mrs. Geoffrey was quite worried, the family doctor carefully examined Andrew. Suddenly, the doctor said, "The child has a fever of 37.8 degrees, a slight fever."
Mrs. Geoffrey, holding Andrew, asked anxiously, "Is that serious? What should we do?"
Rebecca Quentin also asked, "Can we use a fever patch?"
Rebecca Quentin referred to some information she had read in child-rearing books, saying that a normal temperature for infants and young children is between 36 and 37 degrees. If it exceeds 37 degrees, you should use a fever patch to reduce the temperature, and if it rises above 38 degrees, you should go to the hospital for treatment.
The doctor replied with a smile, "No need to worry too much, the child has a mild fever. Applying a fever patch should help reduce the fever... Continue to monitor at night, and if the temperature rises, then you should come to the hospital."
Hearing this, Mrs. Geoffrey felt slightly relieved and asked the doctor, "Do we need to get the fever patch from the hospital?"
Rebecca Quentin replied, "I have some here."
The doctor then took off the stethoscope from his ear and left.
After the doctor left, Mrs. Geoffrey said nervously, "Go get the fever patch quickly. What if the child develops a higher fever?"
Rebecca Quentin turned to get the fever patch and after a while, she applied it to Andrew’s forehead.
Perhaps disturbed by everyone’s talking, Andrew slowly woke up from his sleep.
Mrs. Geoffrey sat down on the edge of the bed with Andrew in her arms, speaking to Andrew with childlike innocence, "Little treasure, you’re awake? Grandma is here..."
Andrew couldn’t recognize people yet, his shiny eyes looking around.
"Look, he knows how to smile at me..." Mrs. Geoffrey teased Andrew and suddenly exclaimed excitedly.
Rebecca Quentin stood by the side and also gave a faint smile.
Suddenly, Andrew pouted and began to cry.
Mrs. Geoffrey immediately stood up with Andrew in her arms, gently rocking him while asking Rebecca Quentin, "How long has it been since he had milk?"
"About three hours!"
"It’s been that long, he must be hungry. Hurry and make him some milk!"
"Okay."
With experience raising two sons, Mrs. Geoffrey had no hesitation taking care of the child. Earlier, when Andrew needed a diaper change, it was Mrs. Geoffrey who changed it for him. Although her movements were a bit slow due to not having dealt with such a wimpy kid in decades, she was very attentive.
At this moment, Mrs. Geoffrey was constantly playing with Andrew.
"Little treasure, look, grandma bought you a gift..." Mrs. Geoffrey waved an inflatable yellow duck in front of Andrew.
Andrew wasn’t very skilled at smiling yet; his little mouth pouting cutely, his entire attention seemingly focused on Mrs. Geoffrey’s hand.
Mrs. Geoffrey teased Andrew into smiling several times, filling the entire room with warmth.
Andrew played for over an hour, and finally, tired out, Mrs. Geoffrey gently patted him in her arms, walking back and forth a few times in the room. Before long, Andrew fell asleep in Mrs. Geoffrey’s arms.
Unwilling to put Andrew into the cradle, Mrs. Geoffrey held him while sitting on the edge of the bed, her loving gaze constantly fixed on Andrew’s peaceful and innocent little face.
Suddenly, Mrs. Geoffrey softly asked, "Have you given him a name?"
Rebecca Quentin nodded, "Mm, Andrew."
Mrs. Geoffrey said to herself, "Andrew Geoffrey, it’s a good name..."
Rebecca Quentin felt a hint of embarrassment, not daring to explain the surname in detail.
Rebecca Quentin hadn’t expected that Mrs. Geoffrey would stay here for three days upon arrival.
Mrs. Geoffrey almost never left Andrew’s side, even staying here for the past few nights to help Rebecca Quentin care for the child.
On the fourth day, Mrs. Geoffrey finally suggested to Rebecca Quentin, "I want to take Andrew back to New York."
Upon hearing this, Rebecca Quentin was taken aback and immediately shook her head, "No..."
Mrs. Geoffrey, gently rocking the cradle, said sternly, "I’m not comfortable with you taking care of the child alone here!"
Rebecca Quentin quickly assured Mrs. Geoffrey, "I can take good care of him by myself."
Mrs. Geoffrey’s gaze fell on Andrew in the cradle, speaking affectionately, "He’s my grandson. He shouldn’t grow up in such an environment; he must return to the Geoffrey family."
The more she looked at her grandson, the stronger Mrs. Geoffrey’s desire to bring him back became.
"Old Mrs. Geoffrey, I have an agreement with Howard Geoffrey; you can’t do this." Andrew is now her everything, and she absolutely cannot lose him.
Mrs. Geoffrey’s tone turned slightly displeased, "If you were capable of caring for him, that would be one thing. But look at you now, you probably can’t even afford to care for the child... Yes, I know you’ll look for a job, but once you work, what happens to the child? You can’t just leave him home alone, can you? And you have no experience being a mother; look at how even two days ago, you didn’t realize the child had a fever. How can I possibly feel at ease with you taking care of my grandson?"