However, due to her restless mind, she successfully suffered from insomnia, lying alone in bed, staring at the ceiling all night without sleep!

It wasn’t until the morning that there was a gentle knock on the door from outside.

At the first knock, Summer Shawcross was lost in thought and didn’t hear it.

It wasn’t until the second knock that she finally came to her senses and glanced in the direction of the door.

She opened her mouth and was just about to say something when the door was gently pushed open.

A little guy in a small tracksuit popped his chubby little face in. Seeing that she was awake, he showed a hint of happiness on his face.

The little guy walked in.

"Pretty sister, you should get up for breakfast."

Listening to the soft voice, Summer suddenly felt somewhat healed. She instinctively tried to pull back the covers and get up, but found her body was somewhat weak at the moment.

Moreover... she had been feeling a bit unwell for the past two days, not severely so, but with a persistent prickling sensation in her limbs.

Last night, these symptoms seemed to have suddenly worsened.

Even now, the prickling seemed to become more pronounced.

The pain in her body made Summer Shawcross wrinkle her face and suddenly freeze in her movements.

Seeing her actions, the smart little guy quickly noticed something was amiss, showing a bit of worry on his face as he looked at her and asked.

"Are you feeling unwell, pretty sister?"

Listening to the little guy’s concerned voice, Summer paused and instinctively shook her head.

But the little guy didn’t listen, suddenly took off his shoes, and climbed up onto the bed.

Nathaniel Shaw’s reaction left Summer slightly stunned. Before she could open her mouth to ask him, he had already crawled to her side and suddenly extended his chubby little hand, placing his palm on her forehead.

Summer Shawcross was taken aback, finally realizing that he thought she had a fever and was checking her temperature?

Summer obediently sat for a while, then looked at the little guy’s serious face and couldn’t help but ask.

"So, no fever, right?"

The little guy didn’t say anything, quickly climbed up and stood on the blanket beside her, then suddenly bent down, lowering his little head to touch hers.

The soft little forehead against her smooth forehead.

Summer was stunned, her expression somewhat bewildered...

In her mind, there was a sudden flashback.

She remembered Noah Drexler measuring her temperature this way before.

Thinking about this, her heart inexplicably trembled a little.

At this moment, Nathaniel Shaw finally finished measuring her temperature, moved away from her head, and told her like a little adult.

"No fever, pretty sister. The butler said if you don’t have breakfast, you’ll feel dizzy. You need to have breakfast right away."

Seeing the little guy’s mature demeanor, Summer found it somewhat amusing.

This little guy, in front of Yancy Shaw, is an obviously soft and clingy baby who needs care.

Yet when he’s with her, he always acts like an adult when talking to her, which is indeed quite interesting.

Thinking about it, a smile appeared on Summer Shawcross’s face, and she softly said to the little guy.

"Mm, you’re right. I guess I can’t stay in bed any longer."