"Ah!..." The little boy's body kept convulsing. He was obviously in great discomfort, struggling desperately, trying to break free.
However, how could a child of just over three years old escape the control of two adult men? Eventually, perhaps his strength was exhausted, and he stopped struggling, his eyes suddenly opened wide.
Facing his son's blood-red eyes, Liam Yancey felt his heart sink, utterly shocked, and what stunned him even more was that Four's body was getting hotter and hotter, as if it were about to burn.
This scenario reminded him of Bastian, who also had a high fever last night, just like Four now, with rising temperatures that were terrifyingly hot.
"Thermometer!" Liam Yancey roared, signaling to the nurses behind him.
The nurse quickly came over with a thermometer, placing it in the child's ear to measure—
"F... fifty degrees!?" The nurse was so shocked that her hand trembled, causing the thermometer to drop directly to the floor.
