Moved, Blair nodded, "Yes, Mom. I understand." She promised herself that she would learn to take better care of her son.

In the evening, Niles and Irene came to see the little boy after work.

When Niles found out that Blair had brought the kid to the hospital all by herself, he was unhappy and told her off.

“Why didn't you call me?

I'm his uncle. You should have informed me immediately. Wesley isn't home and you've just recovered your health. It's too dangerous for you to carry the kid, and you brought him all the way here, in the middle of night. What would we do if something happened to you?"

Blair knew that he was scolding her for her own good, so she didn't retort but nodded meekly, "I'm sorry, Niles."

Cecelia cut in, "That's enough. Stop lecturing your sister-in-law

She's already upset and tired."

“It's all right, Mom. Let him. He is right," Blair said. She was prepared to accept any tongue-Lashing from them.

Niles sighed and threw a glance at his mom, who was now glaring at him.

He felt pathetic for losing his temper on her. His mom never allowed him to speak ill of Blair or even Irene.

Ever since he got married, he had become the least important person in the Leonard family.

Wesley finished his mission and hurried back home two days after

Gifford had been discharged from the hospital.

The little boy had completely recovered and was as energetic as before.

When Wesley saw his son, instead of saying any caring words, he demanded, "You need to get more exercise to strengthen your body!"

He already knew what had happened. Blair had taken their son to the hospital by herself.

Blair spoke up for her son.

“It was my fault, Wesley. I took him out to play; he contracted the infection because of my carelessness."

Wesley pulled her into his arms, and while staring down at his son, he insisted, “The root cause is his weak body. I'll be free for a month

You must exercise with me every morning and evening. Okay?"

Gifford pulled a long face, pursing his lips

Blair felt sorry for the little boy and reminded Wesley, "He's only two!"

Ignoring the boy's unhappy face, he snapped, “Two or twenty, he's a man. Son, stand up!"

Reflexively, Gifford sprang up from the couch