Herbert's Lie

Herbert's POV:  At this time, I was standing in front of the hospital's sterile ward. Through the glass, I could see a small body lying on the white bed in the ward. He was only about a week old and had a lovely hairstyle. The child's chubby little hand was placed beside the pillow. His sleeping posture was very cute, but his face was extremely pale. My Lucas was ill.  I felt terrible. If I could, I hoped to be the one who had to bear all the pain.  "Mr. Wharton, you've been standing here for two hours. You need to go back and rest." Connor tried to persuade me. "I can't sleep. I want to stay here with Lucas." I continued to look at Lucas.  "The doctor said that Lucas's condition has been controlled. Don't worry too much." Connor continued to persuade me. I said, "I've consulted the most authoritative doctor in leukemia in America. This disease can only be controlled for a limited period of time. Maybe after a period of time, it might get worse. If we can't find the bone marrow that ma