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    Ronald cleared his throat ufortably. “Maybe it would be best to hear it directly from him.”


    “Let him know I’ll visit after I finish up here.”


    “Appreciate it.”


    At the hospital, Brian was confined to his bed. He had a very bad fever. The doctor expressed concern, saying, “Mr. White, with your fever this high, an injection is necessary.”


    “Could you at least consider some medication to lower your fever?”


    “I don’t want that either.”


    Left speechless by Brian’s refusal, the doctor felt at a loss. Brian was in a private hospital’s most exclusive ward, known for its exceptional care. The doctor made another attempt.


    “Considering the severity and duration of your fever, it’s critical to lower it soon for your own well-being.”


    Brian’s response was cold as he flicked an apple towards the doctor. “Was I not clear? I don’t want any treatment.”


    Frustrated and out of options, the doctor was about to respond when the doorbell rang, interrupting them. Brian quickly snatched the nket to his chin, adopting a look of utter misery.


    The doctor stared in bewilderment. How could this be the same man who was energeticallymanding him just before?


    As the door was about to open, Brian shot a quick look at the doctor and whispered urgently, “Make sure she knows my fever won’t go away, that my condition is dire.”


    “Got it.”


    As Ronald stepped in, Brian quickly scanned the room behind him.


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    Seeing no sign of Rachel, his face clouded over. “Where is she?”


    “She mentioned she’s tied up with work and will visitter.”


    Ronald thought to himself that Brian had only himself to me for this predicament.


    “Did you tell her about my unyielding fever and that the situation is serious?”


    “Yes, I told her.”


    “And she still didn’te…” Disappointment washed over Brian’s face, his tone filled with frustration. “If Jeffrey were in my ce, she would have been here in a heartbeat.”


    It was clear to Ronald that Brian felt overshadowed by Jeffrey.


    As the evening stretched to six, Rachel had yet to appear.


    The doctor tried again. “Your constant fever isn’t good for your health. We need to give you an injection.”


    “No need.”


    Time dragged on into the night.


    Only at ten did Rachel finally appear, breathless. By then, Brian was feverish to the point of delirium, barely lucid.


    Upon seeing her, Ronald breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s a relief you’re here.”


    “How is he?” she asked, reaching out to feel Brian’s forehead, which was rmingly hot. “Why has it worsened so much? Hasn’t he been treated?”


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