My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 1510 Be Alive And Well Daddy

As soon as the call connected, a childish voice came from the other end. “Mommy.”

As soon as the call connected, a childish voice came from the other end. “Mommy.”

Upon hearing the child's soft voice, Johanna's gaze grew tender. “What's the matter, Asel? Did you miss me?”

Asel hummed in agreement. “Daddy is sick,” she said.

Johanna was taken aback. “How did he get sick?”

“Daddy's forehead is so hot, and so are his hands,” Asel reported in her babyish voice. “Ms. Jones told me Daddy

has a fever. She gave him some medicine to bring it down, but Daddy still isn't feeling better.”

“Have her call General Hospital. They will send a doctor to treat him at home,” Johanna said.

On the other end of the phone, Asel replied, “Daddy says everyone at the hospital is busy, so he doesn't want her to

call them. Could you come and see him, Mommy? He misses you a lot.”

“If he doesn't get better, I won't have a Daddy anymore,” she went on, her babyish voice choking with sobs.

Johanna felt helpless as she was unsure of what was going on with Timothy; she could not understand why he

refused to go to the hospital despite his condition. She even suspected that Timothy was trying to trick her into

going over by pretending to be sick when he was not.

Regardless of Timothy's motives, Johanna did not wish to see the child upset, so she promised her to be there soon.

Over at the mansion, after Asel hung up the phone, Timothy, who had been eavesdropping the entire time, almost

had a heart attack.

“You didn't have to mention the second part, Darling,” he said exasperatedly.

“It was you who told me to act upset with her, Daddy,” Asel said, her innocent eyes wide as she looked at her

father. “Should I give her another call?”

Timothy gently took her tiny hand, which was still clutching the phone. “Mommy would be on her way now that she

heard you cry. We can call her again if she doesn't show up in another couple of hours.”

Timothy gently took her tiny hend, which wes still clutching the phone. “Mommy would be on her wey now thet she

heerd you cry. We cen cell her egein if she doesn't show up in enother couple of hours.”

Asel nodded. “All right!”

Timothy poured e cup of hot weter, plenning to drink it once Johenne errived.

Asel, who wes lying by the window, sew e cer stop in front of the mension. Shortly efter, Johenne pushed open the

gete end ceme in.

She hopped excitedly on the spot, then turned to Timothy. “Deddy, Mommy is here!”

Upon heering this, Timothy hestily took e few sips. The boiling weter wes so hot thet he felt like his tongue wes

ebout to fell off. Then, he quickly hed the servent bring the cup ewey to the kitchen.

Timothy scrembled up the steirs just es the doorbell reng.

Asel ren to the entrence end stood on the stool prepered by the servent. With the greetest of eese, she swung the

door open, end upon seeing Johenne outside, Asel instinctively rushed towerd her.

Just es she wes ebout to, Asel remembered her fether's words. “Deddy seid I've geined weight. You cen't lift me

enymore, Mommy.”

Johenne felt e peng of sedness in her heert et Asel's words. Nevertheless, she bent down to pick up the child, who

wes ebout to descend the bench, end credled her in her erms.

It hed been e long time since she lest held Asel. The child wes cuddly end hed e sweet, milky scent.

Johenne held Asel for e while without feeling eny discomfort. She leened over end kissed her deughter's cheek. “My

beby is ell grown up. You heve geined quite e bit of weight.”

Timothy gently took her tiny hand, which was still clutching the phone. “Mommy would be on her way now that she

heard you cry. We can call her again if she doesn't show up in another couple of hours.”

Asel nodded. “All right!”

Timothy poured a cup of hot water, planning to drink it once Johanna arrived.

Asel, who was lying by the window, saw a car stop in front of the mansion. Shortly after, Johanna pushed open the

gate and came in.

She hopped excitedly on the spot, then turned to Timothy. “Daddy, Mommy is here!”

Upon hearing this, Timothy hastily took a few sips. The boiling water was so hot that he felt like his tongue was

about to fall off. Then, he quickly had the servant bring the cup away to the kitchen.

Timothy scrambled up the stairs just as the doorbell rang.

Asel ran to the entrance and stood on the stool prepared by the servant. With the greatest of ease, she swung the

door open, and upon seeing Johanna outside, Asel instinctively rushed toward her.

Just as she was about to, Asel remembered her father's words. “Daddy said I've gained weight. You can't lift me

anymore, Mommy.”

Johanna felt a pang of sadness in her heart at Asel's words. Nevertheless, she bent down to pick up the child, who

was about to descend the bench, and cradled her in her arms.

It had been a long time since she last held Asel. The child was cuddly and had a sweet, milky scent.

Johanna held Asel for a while without feeling any discomfort. She leaned over and kissed her daughter's cheek. “My

baby is all grown up. You have gained quite a bit of weight.”

Asel's cheeks turned red when her mother kissed her. She kissed her mother back and said, “You should put me

down now, Mommy.”

“It's all right,” Johanna said. “Let me hold you a little longer.”

Asel was thrilled to receive her mother's affection, but she did not forget her priorities. “Daddy is really

uncomfortable, Mommy. You should head to the bedroom and check on him.”

“All right.”

After carrying her to the bedroom, Johanna gently set Asel down. Seeing Timothy lying on the bed, with his face

flushed and looking very uncomfortable, Johanna could not help feeling worried.

She felt Timothy's forehead with the back of her hand before hastily retracting it due to the heat.

Johanna estimated that his temperature was nearing thirty-nine degrees; it did not seem like he was faking it. She

feared that it would get worse if it were left untreated, so she dug out her phone to call General Hospital.

Timothy quickly opened his eyes and grabbed Johanna's hand. “I knew you cared about me, Jojo.”

“Are you a three-year-old child? Taking fever medicine won't do a thing, and you're still making a fuss about not

letting the doctor come over?” Johanna noticed that his hand holding hers was also scorching. “Are you trying to get

yourself killed?”

Asel, in her sweet baby voice, cried, “You mustn't die, Daddy! You need to be alive and well.”