"A little fever is no big deal for a child. He'll be fine after some medicine at home. Why does he need to go to the hospital? Why waste the money? It's not like we have much." The old woman was still arguing, completely against Grace Winslow taking the child to the hospital.
They knew perfectly well that the child had been kidnapped. If he died, they could just find some deserted mountain and toss him there. No one would ever know.
Grace Winslow was a grown woman, and now that she had fallen into their trap, they had to get her back with them as soon as possible.
To avoid any further complications.
"Look at how high his fever is! I already said I'd pay for it, so why won't you take him to the hospital?"
"You promised me when we got married that you'd listen to me about everything. But after we got married, you listened to your mother's goading and did nothing but beat or curse me."
