My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 1510 Be Alive And Well Daddy

As soon as the call connected, a childish voice came from the other end. “Mommy.”

Upon hearing the child's soft voice, Johanna's gaze grew tender. “What's the matter, Asel? Did you miss me?”

Asel hummed in agreement. “Daddy is sick,” she said.

Johanna was taken aback. “How did he get sick?”

“Daddy's forehead is so hot, and so are his hands,” Asel reported in her babyish voice. “Ms. Jones told me Daddy has a fever. She gave him some medicine to bring it down, but Daddy still isn't feeling better.”

“Have her call General Hospital. They will send a doctor to treat him at home,” Johanna said.

On the other end of the phone, Asel replied, “Daddy says everyone at the hospital is busy, so he doesn't want her to call them. Could you come and see him, Mommy? He misses you a lot.”

“If he doesn't get better, I won't have a Daddy anymore,” she went on, her babyish voice choking with sobs.

Johanna felt helpless as she was unsure of what was going on with Timothy; she could not understand why he refused to go to the hospital despite his condition. She even suspected that Timothy was trying to trick her into going over by pretending to be sick when he was not.

Regardless of Timothy's motives, Johanna did not wish to see the child upset, so she promised her to be there soon.

Over at the mansion, after Asel hung up the phone, Timothy, who had been eavesdropping the entire time, almost had a heart attack.

“You didn't have to mention the second part, Darling,” he said exasperatedly.

“It was you who told me to act upset with her, Daddy,” Asel said, her innocent eyes wide as she looked at her father. “Should I give her another call?”

Timothy gently took her tiny hand, which was still clutching the phone. “Mommy would be on her way now that she heard you cry. We can call her again if she doesn't show up in another couple of hours.”

Asel nodded. “All right!”

Timothy poured a cup of hot water, planning to drink it once Johanna arrived.

Asel, who was lying by the window, saw a car stop in front of the mansion. Shortly after, Johanna pushed open the gate and came in.

She hopped excitedly on the spot, then turned to Timothy. “Daddy, Mommy is here!”

Upon hearing this, Timothy hastily took a few sips. The boiling water was so hot that he felt like his tongue was about to fall off. Then, he quickly had the servant bring the cup away to the kitchen.

Timothy scrambled up the stairs just as the doorbell rang.

Asel ran to the entrance and stood on the stool prepared by the servant. With the greatest of ease, she swung the door open, and upon seeing Johanna outside, Asel instinctively rushed toward her.

Just as she was about to, Asel remembered her father's words. “Daddy said I've gained weight. You can't lift me anymore, Mommy.”

Johanna felt a pang of sadness in her heart at Asel's words. Nevertheless, she bent down to pick up the child, who was about to descend the bench, and cradled her in her arms. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

It had been a long time since she last held Asel. The child was cuddly and had a sweet, milky scent.

Johanna held Asel for a while without feeling any discomfort. She leaned over and kissed her daughter's cheek. “My baby is all grown up. You have gained quite a bit of weight.”

Asel's cheeks turned red when her mother kissed her. She kissed her mother back and said, “You should put me down now, Mommy.”

“It's all right,” Johanna said. “Let me hold you a little longer.”

Asel was thrilled to receive her mother's affection, but she did not forget her priorities. “Daddy is really uncomfortable, Mommy. You should head to the bedroom and check on him.”

“All right.”

After carrying her to the bedroom, Johanna gently set Asel down. Seeing Timothy lying on the bed, with his face flushed and looking very uncomfortable, Johanna could not help feeling worried.

She felt Timothy's forehead with the back of her hand before hastily retracting it due to the heat.

Johanna estimated that his temperature was nearing thirty-nine degrees; it did not seem like he was faking it. She feared that it would get worse if it were left untreated, so she dug out her phone to call General Hospital.

Timothy quickly opened his eyes and grabbed Johanna's hand. “I knew you cared about me, Jojo.”

“Are you a three-year-old child? Taking fever medicine won't do a thing, and you're still making a fuss about not letting the doctor come over?” Johanna noticed that his hand holding hers was also scorching. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Asel, in her sweet baby voice, cried, “You mustn't die, Daddy! You need to be alive and well.”