These words finally settled Rouge Jarvis’s heart, which had been devoid of any sense of security.

The long, painful days and nights of missing Poppy were no more.

Now, Poppy was back.

She nodded, tears in her eyes, and softly asked her sons, "Does it hurt?"

The four brothers didn’t speak.

Rouge Jarvis softened her voice again, choking up a few times, "When Preston Quinn hit you just now, did it hurt?"

Maxim Ford and Isaac Ford shook their heads, Maxim Ford was the first to speak: "It doesn’t hurt, Mom."

Julian Ford grimaced through the pain, his smile a bit roguish, lending his pale face an oddly morbid beauty, and said half playfully, half seriously, "Uncle Quinn’s beating won’t heal unless I eat the bird’s nest soup you personally cook, Mom."

Rouge Jarvis saw it and felt the ache in her heart, "This kid, how old are you and still acting spoiled?"

Though scolding, her words carried more affection.

Aiden Shaw: "Not as much as you care."

Rouge Jarvis knelt down as well, reaching out to embrace her four sons.

It had been too long since she had held them like this. Only now did she realize, she couldn’t hold them all anymore; she couldn’t even hold them up.

When they were little, she could embrace them all in her arms.

Now that they had grown, she could only be held by them, comforted by them.

The five of them, mother and sons, embraced together, feeling the warmth of this moment, their hearts connecting.

At this time, Aiden Shaw’s sense of fainting became more intense, and unable to support himself, his whole body fell onto Julian Ford’s shoulder.

Seeing this, Rouge Jarvis urgently called out to him, "Number four."

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, looking at his mother and brothers, as if trying hard to stay conscious, but in the end, he still fainted.

"Aiden."

"Fourth Brother."

"Brother."

The three brothers called out simultaneously.

Julian Ford gently laid him on the ground, turning him on his side to avoid touching the bruises on his back from the stick.

Isaac Ford got up to get a phone, ready to make a call.

At this time, Preston Quinn came in with Miles Xavier.

Before punishing her sons, Rouge Jarvis had already called Miles Xavier.

He arrived just as Rouge Jarvis had finished the punishment, the timing was perfect.

Miles Xavier looked at the figure lying on his side on the ground, his face pale without a hint of blood, looking as if he was terminally ill.

He walked over in a few brisk steps, familiar with scenes like this.

In the past, when they were punished, they would always call his mentor, Wallace Winslow, to come over.

Having been called today, and thinking about how they had hidden Tiana Thorne’s identity, he could understand why they all looked so pale and their backs bloodstained.

The stick from Preston Quinn had broken the skin.

Miles Xavier frowned, "Lift him onto the bed."

The other three brothers had injuries on their backs and legs, making it unsuitable for them to exert much force, so Rouge Jarvis called some servants to help carry him back to his room.

Once inside the room, Miles Xavier took out a bottle of medicine and gave him an intravenous injection.

He also felt his forehead and found he had a slight fever.

First, using physical methods to reduce the fever, he pressed the acupuncture points on his hand with alcohol.

"Auntie, help press his left hand in the way I do to find the acupuncture points, being careful to avoid the needle."

Rouge Jarvis wiped her tears, her heart full of worry, "Okay."

Maxim Ford, Julian Ford, and Isaac Ford did not leave; they all stayed by his bedside, waiting for him to wake up. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Maxim Ford frowned, also very concerned, "Aiden has rarely caught colds since he was young, and his body has always been strong. He should have been able to withstand these fifty beatings."

"Big Brother is right."

Rouge Jarvis held his hand and, looking down, saw some bruises on the back of his hand, as if from a previous intravenous injection.