Chapter 11 - Noah Stages A Stubborn Hunger Strike In Bed
Upstairs in the grand master suite, little Noah sat cross-legged on his king-sized bed with his arms tightly crossed.
A gourmet silver tray piled high with pancakes and fresh berries sat untouched on the bedside table.
The private pediatrician, Dr. Hayes, packed his medical bag with a deep sigh of professional frustration.
“He refuses to eat or speak a single word until Clara returns to his room, Mr. Sterling,” Dr. Hayes reported.
Alexander walked into the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the mattress next to his stubborn, heartbroken son.
“Noah, buddy, you have to eat something, or you’ll get sick,” Alexander coaxed gently, rubbing the boy’s back.
Noah shook his head vigorously, pointing a tiny finger toward the door with tears glistening in his big brown eyes.
“Want Mommy Clara... want my mommy,” Noah sobbed quietly, burying his face in his dinosaur pillow.
Alexander looked up at Clara, who stood timidly in the doorway wearing a simple cotton sweater he had bought her.
“Go ahead, Clara. Save my stubborn boy,” Alexander whispered with a tired, affectionate smile.
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Clara rushed across the room, scooping the little boy into her arms as Noah finally broke down in relief.
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