Casually, he mentioned, “I've got to go to the hospital. Matthew's not feeling well."

James froze, shocked. “What the hell? Matthew's not feeling well?!

Then, what are you waiting for? Let's go! I'll drive you."

Marcus shook his head, declining the offer. "No, thanks. I'll have the driver take me. Let's catch up another day, James!"

James, being close to Marcus, accompanied him downstairs. As Marcus settled into the car, James lingered by the door, unable to resist adding, “Marcus, you're lucky to have Melissa! She's stunning and incredibly talented. Plus, she's given you an adorable son. Women like her are rare. Be wise, Marcus. If you ever find yourselves at odds, be the first to reach out and make amends. Afterward, you can smooth things over more privately. Trust me, bro. There's no lasting anger between spouses."

Inside the car, Marcus' expression turned icy, his demeanor unyielding.

With a slight smile, he responded, “I'm willing to bend on many things, but not on this one."

James, realizing there was no persuading him, reluctantly closed the car door.

The driver, employed by the Fowler Group, was not privy to the intricacies of Marcus' personal life, though rumors had reached him.

As they drove, he mentioned offhand, "I've heard the pediatric department at that hospital is top-notch.

Marcus, exhausted from back-to-back social commitments, leaned back and asked wearily, "Is that so?"

Marcus had just finished a dinner with some business associates, feeling slightly buzzed, when he accidentally ran into James It had been a while since they last met, following the holidays, prompting Marcus to stay and share a few more drinks.

Due to the heavy snowfall, the drive was slow and cautious.

After about thirty minutes, they reached the hospital. Marcus instructed his driver to come back for him the next morning, as he had an important meeting lined up.

The driver stepped out, opened the car door for him, and said, "Understood. I'll head back to the house first and get a fresh suit for you."

Marcus acknowledged with a nod and exited the vehicle.

Watching Marcus walk away, the driver shook his head, saying, "No matter how wealthy a person is, the worry for their own child never fades."

Marcus hurried to the pediatric ward amidst the noise.

The cries of the uncomfortable and sick children along the way sped his steps.

Upon entering, he noticed a nurse checking Matthew's temperature. The boy, tired yet resistant to sleep, was nestled against Melissa, occasionally forcing his eyes open.