Mr. Neal, Mrs. Neal’s Gone With The Money

Joshua chitched at Cynthia’s hand, his breaths coming in hot gusts

Pausing in her movements, Cynthia allowed Joshua to grasp her hand as questions flooded her mind. “When you went out with Yoel yesterday, did you not dress warmly enough?” she asked.

“Idk.”

“Then why do you have a fever?”

“I do not know…”

With nothing else she could do but wait for the doctor, Cynthia was baffled as Joshua’s fever did not seem to be decreasing despite having taken the antipyretics. As she mulled over yesterday’s events, she could not fathom how Joshua caught a fever. Joshua always had a healthy body. Could his two previous fevers have weakened him, making him susceptible to illnesses?

“Cynthia,” Joshua said, holding tightly onto her hand.

“Yes, what is it?” Cynthia asked, turning her gaze towards him.

“Can you promise me that you won’t leave me behind?” Joshua’s words came out in a slow drawl. Paired with his slightly pale face, he was a picture of vulnerability that called for her tender care.

leaving you behind. Rest well, and save your strength. You shouldn’t talk too much,” Cynthia assured him, her voice

level.

everything

the door from Matthew. He looked surprised to find Joshua still in bed. He turned to Cynthia and

will wait

cast a quick glance toward Joshua. Almost instantly, he began to suspect that Joshua might be feigning his sickness. Approaching Joshua, he felt his forehead and body, discovering that Joshua did

who was resting with his eyes closed, was aware of Matthew’s suspicion. Having anticipated this reaction, he had allowed himself to truly fall sick instead of pretending

need to take him to the hospital?”

called the

this, ceased to

Cynthia, seeing the doctor

asked, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Cynthia admitted. She could not imagine how Joshua could have caught

supervision.

feel there’s

“What

However, Joshua has seemned different since last night, as if he has matured somewhat,” Matthew admitted, dropping subtle

his mental age