Chapter 26: Chapter 26

"Mr. Sanders saw that your son had no food in his hands, so he just wanted to help him."

Alexa's teeth hurt as she gritted her teeth nervously.

"Does he really recognize his son?" She muttered, still panicking.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

She looked up, shooing the servant away as quickly as possible. Then she saw Fillo sitting still while shaking his dangling legs back and forth. "Fillo, should we go back to the room? You seem bored."

Fillo shook his head, pointing towards the long table where there were various luxurious dishes. The miniature propeller on the table grabbed the little boy's attention the most, which was filled with various kinds of sweets.

Her forehead furrowed painfully. "What did Mom say about eating sweets?"

Fillo remembered that and immediately lowered his head obediently.

"We have plenty of food on this table anyway. We don't need that, right?"

Fillo nodded weakly.

With all her might, she held back her heart which was being torn apart by the pain. For a mother, just giving love is not enough, children need happiness from something they want, but she can't do all that.

Finally, her heart melted when she saw the change in her son's attitude. She looked around for the person she was avoiding at the moment and was sure she didn't see him anywhere.

She thought, if Ray did see her, it would be impossible if that man didn't immediately approach them.

With that little speculation, she suppressed her panic for a moment and assumed that Ray didn't recognize them.

"Okay. You can take food there," she said, seeing Fillo's head tilt up and his blue eyes sparkling, before continuing, "Just take what you need, okay? Mom is watching you from here."

"Mom, can I really go?" the little boy asked convincingly.

"Of course, sweetheart. Hurry up."

Fillo jumped up from the chair and excitedly headed to the table. He waited obediently for the adults to pass in front of him, then stood at the table that was as high as his head. A servant helped him by carrying him and letting him take some cookies in a small plate.

At that moment, Alexa's phone rang again. but this time it was from his employees.

"Daphne, what's wrong?" she asked a little annoyed.

Daphne Wiston is one of the senior employees in her small company, she is the same age as her, only a few months younger than her. Just got married three months ago and was deciding to take time off for her first pregnancy.

"Boss, the office is overloaded," Daphne reported hastily.

"What do you mean overloaded?"

"Five clients called at almost the same time yesterday and—"

"Is that a matter for employees who are on leave?" Alexa immediately interrupted her. "You deliberately disturbed my holiday because I didn't give you your salary in advance, didn't you? I didn't know that I had a vengeful employee until today!"

Daphne's voice was panicked. "Boss, that's not what I meant. Ah, this is too much, new employees at the office are having a hard time."

She was actually surprised to hear that their small office received so many requests at one time. But she still wanted to scold her employee now to vent her panic just now.

When she was done ranting, she just had to innocently ask about the details later.

"From the start you were incompetent at training new employees!"

"Boss ... I'm serious, there are lots of requests coming in. The waiting list is booming!"

"So you're leaving your leave because of this problem?" Alexa's voice finally softened.

"Yes."

"And you want me to swim from the ocean to go home to take care of those clients too?"

"N-No, Boss, you misunderstood!" Daphne answered quickly. "What I meant by calling you was—"

"There are emails and other communication tools, send me all the client data. If you have worked for me for a long time, you will know how I solve this problem!"

There was a pause for several minutes until Alexa had time to glance at Fillo in the distance.

Then, Daphne asked in an uncertain voice, "We will accept everything?"

"Yeah. Don't stop the money from coming or you'll be unlucky."

Daphne was silent, perhaps stunned and unable to do anything.

One-sidedly, Alexa hung up after saying goodbye. On the other end of the phone she almost heard Daphne shouting before finally her voice was cut off because the call had been turned off.

The client's past telephone receptions will be entered on her phone. But since Ray knew her business card at that time, she replaced all the old simcard with new ones. The contacts on the new simcard will be linked to the office number.

Office work has been quiet lately, but what's with the overload of requests today?

Her thoughts were broken up there. Suddenly the balcony became noisier, several people were crowding around something, some were also shouting.

"Jeez, where is this child's mother?"

“Move, give him some space. Looks like he ate something wrong!”

"Someone! Please call the medic on deck 4!"

"Don't crowd around, you could make him suffocate."

A chill crept from the tips of Alexa's feet to the top of her head. She walked quickly into the crowd, looking everywhere for Fillo. More and more people shouted in her ears, her thin body had difficulty breaking through the sea of ​​people, and several times she almost fell. Until finally she could see ahead.

Her eyes widened.

"Fillo! Fillo, oh my God. What's wrong with you?"

She squatted down and immediately grabbed Fillo's head which was lying on the balcony floor. The little boy looked very sick. He hugged his stomach as hard as he could and curled up into a ball, not even allowing her to stretch him.

"Where do you feel pain? Tell Mom, Fillo." Alexa asked frantically.

Someone shouted again for someone to call medical help, but this place was too chaotic.

Her head looked up to see the food on the table and angrily asked, "What is he eating? He was fine just a moment ago!"

Alexa had just seen Fillo eating quietly while she was on the phone, how in a short time her son had collapsed like this.

The little boy didn't even scream in pain, just curled up weakly and hugged his stomach. His face was very pale and he vomited several more times.

"Does your son have any allergies?" An old woman approached her, rubbing Fillo's forehead. "I have warm oil that can be used for him temporarily."

Allergy? Is his allergy recurring?

Alexa accepted the warm oil without saying anything and continued to calm her son who refused to let go of her hand. She didn't dare to move Fillo's body carelessly.

"Fillo ... Sweetheart ... where does it hurt? Tell Mom."

"Mom ..." Fillo only managed to say that before curling up and his eyes closed tightly. Beads of sweat grew heavier on his forehead.

"Oh, God, how is this? Where are the medics?" she shouted in panic.

Only the sound of shouting answered, who knows what words they said, she couldn't digest anything. She pulled Fillo's clothes gently, intending to give him warm oil to reduce the pain.

But before she could completely pull off his clothes, he was lifted from the ground by someone's hand.

Alexa raised her head. She saw that someone she had been avoiding for a long time was now in front of her.

... to be continued ...