Just as he reached out toward Evelyn, a voice sounded behind him.
"Young master, what happened?" Laura asked, alarmed. "Why do you look so panicked?"
Oliver turned to her urgently.
"Aunty Laura, come here, hurry!" he whispered loudly, waving her over. "Mommy looks pale. She's sleeping in the wrong place. This is suspicious."
Laura quickly joined him, crouching beside the sofa. "Suspicious? Let me see…"
Oliver gently placed his small hand on Evelyn's forehead, his touch careful and serious.
"Oh, no, my mommy's feeling a little cold," he said casually. "Or maybe just a normal cold. I don't really get it yet... We should ask uncle or aunty doctor."
Despite the tension, Laura almost smiled as she looked at how adorable he was now.
"She must be exhausted, young master," Laura said softly after checking Evelyn's breathing. "She's just sleeping."
Oliver didn't relax immediately. He leaned closer to Evelyn and whispered, "Mommy, if you're pretending to sleep, please blink."
