Chapter 483 Four years later-
In a highârise apartment in downtown Manhattan.
The alarm went off and Agnes got up immediately. After a warâlike hot shower, she felt refreshed.
Itâs the weekend.
In theory, she could have a lie in.
However, today thereâs some serious business to take care of.
Agnes got dressed, headed to the kitchen, and whipped up a sandwich for breakfast.
Then, she ventured into the other room.
Agnes opened the door and stepped inside.
A little boy was lying on the bed.
The kid was ridiculously cute.
His hair was fluffy and soft, and his facial features were wellâdefined.
Most kids at four or five years old still have those chubby baby faces.
But this little guy was different. His face was mature for his age, with a pair of distinctive eyebrows and eyes. His eyelashes were so long, they could even pass for a girlâs.
When he slept, his eyelashes fluttered gently, like a butterfly flapping its wings.
The boyâs skin was as tender as the petals of a flower that bloom in the early morning.
Heâs in a deep sleep, oblivious to Agnesâ presence.
Agnes sat by the bed.
She reached out and gently struck the boyâs hair.
This was her son, Nocturne.
Nocturne was a preemie, born on a midsummer night.
Looking back, it was a real nailâbiter for Agnes, but luckily, she pulled through.
Agnesâ hand brushed Nocturneâs cheek.
However, possibly due to oxygen deprivation during the difficult birth, Nocturne was diagnosed with a rare disorder after he was born.
The medical term was Atypical Neurological Hypersomnia.
Nocturne spent most of his day sleeping, with very little awake time.
From the moment Nocturne was born, Agnes noticed that this kid was not like the others.
He was always sleeping, barely even ate.
Although for a baby, thatâs kind of normal.
But when Nocturne was still the same after his first birthday.
Agnes began to feel that something was wrong.
She took Nocturne to a bunch of topânotch doctors, but the conclusion was the same: no cure.
Most doctors believe it was caused by neurological oxygen deprivation during birth.
But this hadnât affected Nocturneâs intelligence.
On the contrary, Nocturne was a genius.
At just four years old, he had already learned two languages and shown amazing ability in numbers.
People even said heâs more gifted than they were at his age.
When Nocturne was awake, he showed an extraordinary level of focus.
He had an amazing ability to absorb knowledge, even with just one look.
Agnes never thought that she, a firm believer in the power of hard work, would give birth to such a genius.
But...
Whenever she thought about this, Agnes felt very sad in her heart.
If she hadnât been working while pregnant, she wouldnât have been kidnapped, given birth prematurely, or caused Nocturneâs oxygen deprivation due to difficult labor Thinking about the past sent a chill down Agnesâ spine Her biggest wish now was for Nocturne to improve through treatment.
Even if he couldnât fully recover, if his sleep duration could just decrease bit by bit, Agnes would be over the moon.
Fortunately, a worldâclass medical team was currently treating Nocturne.
Theyâre the most influential team in the field of neurology, the Novy Medical Team.
Nocturne was now taking a new drug developed by this team.
Over the past two years, theyâd seen some positive effects.
Nocturneâs awake time had increased.
With a certain drug, he could even stay awake for two hours.
But Agnes wouldnât let Nocturne take this drug lightly, because its side effect was that he needed even more time to rest and recover the next day.