Seeing Nathan standing there, looking worried, she understood what was on his mind and gently touched his face to comfort him.
âDonât think too much.
Maybe itâs just a minor illness.
It might not be related to that virus.
â
Although she was nervous and felt a weird sense of unease, she tried to calm Nathan down.
Kyson sat dumbfounded.
The mention of the âvirusâ felt like a knife to his heart.
His face turned pale, and anxiety gripped him.
The $404 Virus was something Nathan had contracted because of him.
If Colby was affectedâ¦
A wave of frustration and guilt washed over Kyson.
He didnât dare contemplate the consequences.
âIâm sorry,â he murmured, lowering his head as tears welled up in his eyes.
The guilt was almost unbearable.
Lucinda and Nathan fell silent, the weight of the situation pressing down on them.
Kyson swallowed hard.
âIf Colbyâs poor health and this illness are because of me, Iâd never be able to forgive myself.
As the babiesâ godfather, I canât atone for my sin even in death.
â
Nathanâs expression turned cold.
âSince you know death canât atone for your sin, youâd better live well and do everything you can to help the two innocent kids.
â
Kyson nodded dejectedly.
The corridor of the hospital was thick with tension and worry.
The three of them waited anxiously, yearning for the results yet fearing the worst.
Half an hour later, the door of the examination room finally opened.
Nathan, Lucinda, and Kyson rushed inside, desperate for answers.
The doctor looked at them, and then at the examination report, and had to break the news.
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âThe baby is weak, likely due to a congenital condition.
His heart is also not in good shape, exhibiting ventricular premature beats.
Without proper treatment, this could progress into serious myocarditis.
â
The doctor studied the data and continued with a heavy heart, âAs Colby grows, these underlying weaknesses will only become more pronounced and potentially more severe.
â
A somber silence enveloped the examination room as everyone absorbed the grim prognosis.
Lucindaâs eyes filled with tears, her heart aching as if it were being squeezed.
She reached out, took Colby gently from the nurseâs arms, and began soothing him.
Colby had no idea he was sick.
His eyelashes fluttered weakly as he looked at Lucinda, flashing an innocent, sweet smile.
Nathanâs hand clenched into a tight fist, his heart heavy with self-blame as he observed the tender interaction between Lucinda and Colby.
Kyson wasnât faring any better.
He turned to the doctor and asked, âHave you tested Colbyâs blood for viruses? Could a viral infection be the root cause of his congenital issues?â
The doctor stood frozen for a moment, a perplexed expression crossing his face before he finally spoke.
âThis situation is exceptionally rare among the general population, so we donât have specific tests for viruses here at the hospital.
You might have to send samples to the military research lab.
â
He turned to Nathan and Lucinda, who were standing nearby.
âMr.
and Mrs.
Payne, do you know what kind of virus this might be? Your child is so young, and if this weakness is virus-related, itâs possible the mother could be a carrier.
â