Rowena proposed, “What if I stay a bit longer?"

"I felt a sense of calmness when I personally attended to him,"

Camila confessed.

Left with no option, Rowena retired to bed.

Joe was restless in his sleep.

Upon waking, he mumbled, "Daddy..."

Immediately, he found himself cradled by Camila.

“Mommy's here," she reassured softly.

Though Joe was intermittently roused from his slumber, his mother's hold kept him from crying or creating a fuss.

His persistent low-grade fever left him in a weak state.

Through the latter part of the night, Camila hydrated Joe multiple times, eventually breaking his fever.

By morning, Joe managed to eat.

He hadn't been feeling well for the past few days and had no appetite.

He seemed lively in the morning.

Cuddling Joe, Rowena declared, "He's on the recovery, finally."

Camila watched him, and a sigh of relief escaped her Lips.

"Make sure you get some rest," Rowena advised her daughter.

Camila stretched, weariness seeping into her bones, yet it was not even a full day yet. She replied, "Not just yet."

Rowena, a mother herself, understood Camila's worries, so she refrained from persuading further.

"Ah, Joe's red spots have receded!" After examining Joe's body, Rowena was elated.