Sebastianâs face glowered as he drilled his icy glare through Sasha.
âYou again? Youâve got some guts, donât you?â
âCome on, Mr. Hayes. Iâm just doing my job. You had a good nightâs sleep yesterday because I gave you
an injection. But just a few jabs arenât enough to solve your problem. I even got you some medicine,â
Sasha replied, jiggling a packet of medicine in her hands in front of the angry man.
Sebastianâs expression turned grimmer looking at all the medicinal herbs and his frown intensified.
âI donât need any of those.â
âWhatâs the matter? Iâm the doctor and youâre the patient, so youâll have to listen to me.â Sasha wasnât
letting him off the hook.
Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed his hand and took his pulse before he could even object.
Sebastian almost pushed her away instinctively. The veins on his forehead bulged in agitation. However,
when his piercing gaze fell on her face, he finally relented. Her coming almond eyes were darting around
attentively under a curly fringe of lashes as she held on to his wrist.
He knew she was trying her best as a doctor to give her patient an accurate diagnosis.
Before long, Sasha nodded lightly and let go of his hand.
âAs expected, your condition is still quite bad. But donât worry, you just need to take your medicine as
instructed for the next week. Youâll see tremendous improvement after that.â
Sebastian retracted his hand as his gaze swept across the bag of medication.
âGive them to the housemaid,â he said curtly.
âWell⦠Iâm not sure if the maid knows how to handle them. These are medicinal herbs that helps with
your sleep, and you need to boil them,â Sasha told him reluctantly.
âSasha Wand, do you actually think Iâm stupid? I know the plan youâre concocting in that brain of yours.
Also, the housemaid has been with the family for over ten years. She knows what sheâs doing.â
Now that Sebastian called her out so unreservedly, Sashaâs face turned pale, and she was at a loss for
words.
She knew she could not hide anything from him. It did not matter what method she usedâhe was just
too smart for all her tricks.
âFine. Iâm doing this so I can see Ian. Whatâs wrong with wanting to see my own son? Iâm his mother! Itâs
not against the law. Even if a couple divorces, each parent still has the right to visit the child. Besides, Iâm
really tending you as my patient. Why canât you just let me see him?â
Bitter tears burned in Sashaâs bright eyes and blurred her vision as she took a step closer to Sebastian in
frustration. She had dejection written all over her delicate face.
For a slight moment, he lost himself in her compelling gaze.
Snippets of how she hurt herself to get him to save Ian flashed before his mind.
Despite everything that she had done, Sebastian could not deny the fact that she loved Ian dearly.
He evaded her sharp glare and stood still for a while before leaving without a word. Standing not far
away, secluded from their view, Luke held up his approving thumb.
Well done, madam!
When Sasha finally came around after Sebastianâs abrupt departure, she darted towards the kitchen and
boiled the medicine before rushing upstairs.
âLittle Ian!â she cried out as she dashed to his room.
âShush! Ian is still sleeping! Didnât Mr. Hayes asks you to decoct the herbal medicine? Just do what
youâre told and donât disturb Ian!â
Before Sasha could go any further, Berta reprimanded her crudely when she heard her shouting.
Regardless, Sasha ignored her and went ahead into the room.
With Sebastian giving her the green light to see Ian, she had nothing to fearâwhat more a nobody like a
housemaid?
When Sasha saw Ian was still asleep, she tiptoed out of the room and went back down to prepare
breakfast. Not long after, she went upstairs again and knocked on the bedroom door.
âLittle Ian, are you up already? Ms. Nancyâs here. Do you want some breakfast? I made pancakes. There
is toast and jam too if you like.â
She pressed her ear against the door to listen, but there was complete silence. Sasha knocked a few
more times and called his name softly.
To her disappointment, there was no reply. She could not hear a single thing coming from Ianâs room. Is
he still asleep?
Just as she was opening the door to go in, a small figure appeared beside her on the right and a brittle
voice rang down the corridor.
âWhat do you think youâre doing? Why are you here?â
Sasha jumped and quickly turned around. It turned out that Ian was already awake and was not in his
room anymore.