At the same time, Dr. Miller told Melody that Byron had gotten ill.

When Melody heard that her son was sick, despite their past quarrels and differences, she made a trip to see him in person.

"Good day to you, Madam."

Once Melody entered the door, Mrs. Zora could not help but think of the last quarrel between the mother and son and hesitated whether to let her go upstairs.

As usual, Melody ignored her hesitation. "Is Byron in the room?"

Mrs. Zora nodded, "Young master is ill and resting now, how about…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Melody interrupted impatiently. "My son is ill, I'm his mother, of course, I must see him."

After speaking, she strode upstairs.

Mrs. Zora dared not stop her, but just followed behind her helplessly.

In the bedroom.

Byron heard a knock on the door and thought it was Mrs. Zora, and responded for her to come in.

The door burst open.

"Dr. Miller told me that you are sick, how are you feeling now?"

His mother's voice filled the space.

Byro