Jared immediately called for Leo, "Get a pediatrician on the line now, and oh, get Steve over here too."
Steve was Jared's personal doctor in Manhattan.
He is a versatile medical expert.
As Jared watched the child sleeping like a log, he couldn't help but suspect that the kid might have been drugged.
Both the doctor and Steve arrived quickly.
After a combined check-up, they came to a conclusion.
The kid hadn't been drugged, nor was he injured.
He was just sleeping.
Jared breathed a sigh of relief.
As Steve was leaving, he said, "The kid might be sleeping so deeply due to some unknown reason, or it could be a mental disorder. His parents need to take him to a hospital for a thorough check-up."
Jared nodded, "I'll let his parents know."
After two hours of hustle and bustle, Jared finally returned to his bedroom.
The kid was never awake.
Jared stood by the bed and watched for a while.
He thought the kid was unbelievably cute. His features were exquisite and three-dimensional, his skin tender and soft, looking like a little prince straight out of a fairy tale.
Jared couldn't help but wonder what kind of people the kid's parents were to have such a good-looking kid.
Leo, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but exclaim, "Boss, this kid is so cute. There's not a single flaw no matter how you look at him. His parents are so blessed."
Jared looked at the child, but he felt a pang of inexplicable sadness.
He also had a child, but he had no idea how that child was doing now.
Did Agnes give birth to their child? Was it a boy or a girl?
What did their child look like, where was he or she now?
These were questions Jared dared not think about on a regular basis.
Every time he thought about it, he felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown.
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