Vivienne frowned, a gut feeling telling her that something serious must have happened for Flynn to speak up like this.

"Why do you want me to leave?" she countered.

"Flynn, can you tell me what's bothering you?"

When Flynn remained silent, Vivienne stepped forward to check his wrist.

As expected, Flynn dodged in a panic, his voice trembling almost to tears, "You can't touch me, you'll get sick like I did."

Vivienne's eyes narrowed, following up on his words, "What kind of sickness?"

"Is someone bullying you, or did they put something on you?"

"Tell me, so I can help you."

But he was just a kid and couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into tears, his little hands pointing all over his body, "Here, here, it's all dirty and it hurts."

Dirty?

Vivienne tried to make out any clues from Flynn's face, but the room was too dim to see anything clearly.

Before her fingers even reached the light switch, the crying from the corner abruptly stopped.

He must have passed out from being overly emotional.

Pulling back the curtains, Vivienne quickly checked Flynn's condition, making sure he was just unconscious before calling Thomas.

Whatever was troubling Flynn, she was still unsure.

taking him to the hospital for a full check-up was the

a second after receiving Vivienne's call. He barged in, only to stop short at the sight of Leopold lounging in the living

that said "good luck" to Leopold, Thomas strode

the door

inside, "Thomas, we need to

could bend down, Vivienne stopped him, "Wait, wrap him in a

second thought, Thomas took off his own coat, wrapped the child in it, and

appeared, her face turning pale at the sight, immediately stepping in

her calmly, "Flynn's in a bad way, he needs

the hospital,

chilled

normal person would prioritize their child's

"You know about Flynn's condition. He hates hospitals, being in a strange place would only worsen

him without my consent? I said no, and that's final!" "And what if I

first sign of trouble, you're rushing Flynn to

aback,

his mother. Tell me, what's making him loathe his own body to the extent that he can't stand being

would

signaled Thomas

and headed out, Delilah panicking

the door, "I'm warning you, put my child down,

ready to act,

what's going

her eyes, "Sis, make them put Flynn down. He can't handle this stress, and they're insisting on

is critical. If we don't get him

at the mention of a life-threatening

to Cordelia with tears, "Sis, I'm your sister. Do

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