Blair thought that she should let Cecelia know about the kid's condition.

Considering that it was still very early in the morning, she decided to get some rest and tell the elders Later in the day.

"Baby, thank you for coming into my life. I'm so happy to be your mom.

She Lay down beside her son and fell asleep with him in her arms

After catching some sleep, Blair woke up and took Gifford to get his blood test done before breakfast. Tears threatened to fall out of the little boy's eyes when the doctor drew his blood. Blair felt her heart ache.

"I'm so sorry, baby. It's my fault. I shouldn't have cooked all those food for you."

Gifford buried his face in his mom's chest, bearing the pain

After breakfast, she texted Cecelia.

"Mom, are you busy?"

She waited patiently, but there was no reply. Cecelia was probably still busy.

In two hours, the test results came. The doctor read the report and told her, "It's a bacterial infection. He may develop a fever today

Please pay more attention to him."

“Bacterial infection?' "So, it's not because of the food he ate?" Blair asked nervously.

“No, it was not caused by the food. The test shows that your son has a bacterial infection. There are a lot of possible ways to get infected; maybe he contracted it while playing outdoors," the doctor explained

The guilty feeling weighing on Blair lessened a little. At least, the food she had cooked wasn't the direct reason for her son's sickness

She returned to her baby's ward, and saw a nurse playing with him

When the nurse saw her enter, she informed, "Gifford's mom, the kid hasn't vomited again this morning, but his temperature is going up. He needs another bottle of IV fluid. Please go to the cashier's and pay the bill beforehand."

“Okay. I'LL go right away. Could you keep a watch on Gifford till I come back?"

“Sure.”

Keith, Baldwin and Cecelia returned downtown in the afternoon. Instead of going home, they headed straight to the hospital.

Cecelia felt her heart break when she saw her grandson lying in bed, sick and exhausted.

Blair's face fell.

“Grandpa, Dad and Mom, I'm so sorry. I couldn't take good care of Gifford..."

She had only looked after the kid for a day, but he had fallen sick on her watch. She wasn't a good mother.

Cecelia sighed and pulled her in for a hug. Patting her back, she comforted her, "You're Gifford's mother. We know that you are in more pain than any of us. But don't worry, it's normal for little kids to get sick easily. And Gifford was kept in an incubator for two weeks after he was born. He is a bit weaker than the other kids. Anyway, he's fine now. So, don't blame yourself. Understand?"