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Unfortunately, Isildi and Verdandi hadn’t been able to pinpoint the cause of the baby's ailment either.
Perserque wasn’t the only one worried sick about the newborn’s health. Davey stayed by his son’s side for days without sleeping, watching for the slightest change, obsessively checking again and again.
It wasn’t just paternal love—it was also the near-mad devotion of a doctor determined to heal their patient.
“I’ve never seen Davey this fixated and obsessed before,” Illyna said anxiously to Daphne, who had descended as a representative of the Saint Sanctuary.
“It’s an illness,” Daphne replied flatly. “One that can’t be treated.”
“An illness?”
“When Davey studied medicine under Hypocria, how do you think he learned?”
Illyna thought for a moment, having a hard time imagining how it would have gone. “Didn’t he just open up textbooks and stay awake until he completely understood them?”
While it was a silly answer, that was how seriously Davey was neglecting himself while pouring all of his focus into his youngest son.
“Don’t you feel jealous?” Daphne asked.
Illyna shook her head. “No. If anything, I love him even more for it. Seeing how far he’ll go for his family… Honestly, it’s kind of attractive, isn’t it?”
“Davey sure picked the right wife.”
“Thank you,” Illyna answered calmly.
While Daphne chuckled, she took a drag from a long herbal pipe. It was similar to one of the medicinal blends Davey occasionally...
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