"Don't think like that," Iris told the guilty Jiang Ying Yue. "That's unfair to you and Eldest Brother Yehan." She stroked Little Jun's pale cheek and sighed. "Little Jun should get better now that you brought him to the hospital before his condition worsened. I'm sure our little boy will recover soon. You should rest, too. You'll be able to think more clearly tomorrow and take better care of the child, so stop blaming yourself too much. I'll call the butler and have him send some change of clothes, toiletries, and other necessities from home."
Jiang Ying Yue bit her lip. "That…doing all of that…is not really…."