Austin responded, "Kamilah did. I yearned to see you, but Kamilah informed me of your pregnancy and cautioned against disturbing you."

He inquired further, “Mommy, does pregnancy signify another Little one in your tummy?"

Nicole nodded. “Yes, it denotes another little one in my tummy."

“That's splendid!" Austin exclaimed, his joy apparent.

Nicole affectionately squeezed Austin's cheek and explained, “I postponed informing you because we traditionally wait three months to ensure a safe and healthy birth."

Austin replied, "It's alright. Mommy, this baby will assuredly be healthy."

Nicole beamed. "Do you like it, Austin?"

“I do. I always desired a companion, so I won't be lonely," Austin replied.

“Your appreciation warms my heart," Nicole expressed, enveloping him in an embrace.

Austin stated firmly, "Mommy, I will cherish this baby forever, regardless of its gender. Even in my absence, a sibling shall provide solace for you, granting me peace of mind."

Nicole felt a pang of emotion at Austin's maturity. Her eyes moistened as she spoke softly. “Austin, don't say those words. You will grow up by my side. You'll remain strong and assist me in nurturing the baby.”

With conviction, Austin comforted her, “Rest assured, the welfare of this baby is my solemn duty."

Nicole read Austin a tale until his eyelids drooped in slumber before rising.

Nicole recalled Roscoe's prior findings, suggesting the potential administration of those pills to Austin, despite its uncertain efficacy requiring further evaluation.

Nicole hesitated, grappling with the decision to allow Austin to participate in the trial. Furthermore, she recognized the necessity of obtaining Jarrod's approval, as Austin's biological father, ensuring transparency regarding Austin's medical care.

Presently, Austin's health remained favorable, yet should his condition deteriorate, intervening later could prove futile.

Nicole sensed the urgency to promptly make a decision and take action.

In the hospital corridors, Jarrod overheard Conor's inquiry directed at the attending caregiver. “Was there anyone who visited Mr. Schultz yesterday?"

The caregiver shook her head. "No visitors."

Conor's disappointment surged, recognizing Jarrod's persistent sour mood.