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Harlee, not wanting Nathaniel and the others to worry, insisted on returning to Remson Manor. However, as she had feared, she spiked a high feverter that night.
With Goodwin still in the operating room, Patrick had to urgently call in another doctor from Goodwin’s medical team. Given that Harlee was pregnant and unable to take most medications safely, physical cooling methods were adopted.
The doctor Patrick called in appeared visibly nervous. Aware of Rhys’ unpredictable temper, he feared that no treatment decision would be deemed correct.
Lying in bed, Harlee noticed the doctor’s apprehension. She reassured him with a smile, “Please check on my baby first, then we can proceed with the cooling measures.”
The doctor nodded, frequently casting wary nces at Rhys, trying to gauge his reaction.
“Why are you staring? Just focus on relieving my wife’s fever!” Rhys eximed, his anger reaching its peak at the doctor’s hesitation.
Harlee lightly tapped her forehead. She reached out for Rhys’ hand, findingfort in his touch.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a fever, nothing to be rmed about.”
Patrick stood quietly off to the side, too afraid to speak. Speaking up now and risking Rhys’ wrath would be a pointless endeavor.
When Rhys heard Harlee’s voice, his expression softened slightly, but the doctor’s gaze still weighed heavily on him, filling him with immense pressure.
The tension in the room was thick, as though they were in the middle of a life-or-death operation.
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Rhys took a seat beside the bed, gently holding Harlee’s hand.
“Try to get some rest. You’ll feel better after some sleep,” he suggested softly.
“Okay.”
Harlee, worn out, quickly fell into a deep sleep.
She was unaware of when her fever subsided or when the doctor discreetly exited the room.
It was around three-thirty in the morning when Harlee woke suddenly from a nightmare, soaked in sweat. Her eyes snapped open, and her hand instinctively reached out for theforting presence usually beside her. Was Rhys gone?
Sitting up, Harlee flipped on the bedsidemp and looked around. He really wasn’t there. She tossed back the covers and climbed out of bed, feeling the stickiness of her skin. She decided a quick shower was needed.
As she headed toward the bathroom in her pajamas, her gazended on her phone lying on the table. She walked over, picked it up, and found it switched off. Harlee carried the phone back to the bedside, plugged it into the charger, and turned it on. Instantly, a barrage of messages flooded the screen.
“Harlee, Thiago and I have made it out safely. I won’t being back for the next few days to keep N and Tania from getting suspicious. Make sure everyone sticks to the same story. Tell those who shouldn’t know that they are not in the loop, and for those who need to know, let them believe you sent me back to Uwhor to take care of some business.”
“Harlee, getting info on N is proving difficult. I need more time.”
“Harlee, I have good news. Lonnie and Sk are recovering well! The poison isn’t contagious, and they should be free of it soon.”
The phone was bursting with updates, yet there was nothing about Coulson.
Harlee scanned the initial reports briefly, chose not to delve into each one, and instead grabbed a coat and headed for the study. She felt both heavy and lightheaded, relieved that the fever had finally subsided. The vi was mostly dark, except for a soft light emanating from the study.
The study door was slightly open. Harlee approached and saw Rhys sitting at the head of the table, his face etched with concern, still dressed as he had been earlier. Around the table sat members of the Twilight and some unfamiliar faces.
“Mr. Green, our team has conducted a thorough investigation, and we would typically have received new information by now. However, they’ve beenpletely silent so far, which suggests N is exercising extreme caution, and the Happer family in Mechuique poses a significant threat.”
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