When ra woke up in the middle of the night, it felt like she was lying next to a furnace. Instinctively, she reached over to Ryan and touched his forehead-he was burning up!


    "Ryan!" she called out, but he justy there, lost in a feverish haze. Panic set in as ra grabbed her phone and dialed the emergency services. The earliest they could arrive was at dawn, so she kept feeding the fire, trying to keep him warm.


    Even in his state, Ryan was restless, curling up and mumbling. Once, he opened his eyes just enough to ask, "Who are you?" His confusion tugged at her heart, but she had to stay calm. Using a strip of cloth, she wrapped some snow and gently ced it on his forehead to cool him down.


    His face was flushed, and his hands were reaching out aimlessly, almost touching the fire. ra quickly tied his hands to prevent any idents. "I''m not dealing with this now. We''ll talk when we''re back in New York," she said firmly.


    Ryan blinked, struggling to focus. "Are you really here for me, or is it all an act? Is it about the Bradford fortune, ra? Or whatever your real name is?" His words were pained, more than she''d ever seen him before.


    Taking a deep breath, ra continued to care for him, brushing off his feverish ramblings. As the rescue team arrived at six, Ryan kept asking if she truly cared. She let his words float by, knowing it was just the fever talking.


    Once theynded in New York, ra rushed Ryan to the hospital. The doctors


    were in a frenzy, noting his poor mental state and the high fever likely tost days. ra spent the afternoon in the hallway, her heart sinking when she asked, "Doctor, will he be okay?"


    The doctor nced at her. "It''s hard to say, but he needs family care."


    "I am his family. I''ll stay with him," she insisted. Just then, Sarah barged in, having somehow heard the news. Her face twisted in shock at the sight of ra, but she quickly moved to Ryan''s side, tears streaming down her face.


    "Can you stop crying? He needs rest," ra said, feeling the headacheing


    on.


    Sarah''s re was filled with anger. "ra, did you do this on purpose? You want him gone so you can take everything, don''t you? You vile woman!" Her insults were sharp, her eyes burning with fury.


    ra''s patience wore thin. She pressed the call button for security, having Sarah escorted out. Sarah''s parting words were venomous. "ra you should''ve died out there! This is all your doing. You want everything the Bradfords have!"


    Ignoring her, ra stayed by Ryan''s side. Outside, Sarah was livid, calling Megan in a fit of rage. "Megan, you said ra wouldn''te back. Why is she fine, and Ryan''s the one hurt? If anything happens to him, expose you!"


    Megan, irritated, couldn''t figure out how ra escaped. Had Dn intervened? Sarah''s threats continued. "Find a foolproof n, or I''ll tell ra everything!"


    Megan, calm as ever, examined her nails with a malicious glint. "Sarah, didn''t you say this was all to get back at ra? Or have feelings for Ryan changed that? He''s nothingpared to Dn."


    Sarah flushed, stumbling over her words. "I''m pregnant. I need to think of the child''s father. I don''t want Ryan hurt, nor do I want ra in control. Make sure ra''s gone in a week, or I can''t promise I won''t expose you."


    Megan smirked, seeing Sarah as an easy pawn. "Rx, Sarah. I''ll handle it. You''re right-ra''s only after the Bradford fortune. Ryan, naive as he is, might see her as kind even in death. But you can save him."


    Sarah''s determination red. Yes, she could save Ryan. She wouldn''t let ra harm him.


    bel.n


    After hanging up, she touched her belly. Being pregnant with Ryan''s child changed things. Initially a n for revenge, she found herself genuinely wanting to marry him and start a family. Given her background, marrying into the Bradford family was a dream-and she wouldn''t let anything ruin it.