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    Her eyes darkened. “Don’t worry, every one of them will pay for what they’ve done.”


    As Davina stepped into the light, she felt a gentle presence beside her—a woman’s figure, warm and kind, smiling with motherly affection.


    A few dayster.


    At the Scott Group in Dorfield, Dn had been working endlessly. Worn out and feverish from a bad cold, he could barely stand.


    His head throbbed, and his vision swayed.


    Seeing his pale face, Edwin spoke up with concern. “Mr. Scott, you should take it easy. You’ll copse at this rate.”


    But Dn was driven by a single thought—he needed to see Christina.


    He pushed through thest of his work and said curtly, “Get the car. We’re going to Jasgow.”


    The moment he rose from his seat, his knees buckled. He stumbled forward, nearly falling.


    “Mr. Scott!” Edwin shouted, rushing to catch him. “Are you alright?”


    “I’m okay,” Dn replied coldly, though his voicecked strength.


    Not convinced, Edwin reached out and pressed his hand to Dn’s forehead. The heat shocked him.


    “You’re burning up! You’ve got a serious fever. We need to get you to the hospital,” he said quickly.


    “No need,” Dn muttered.


    “Then at least take some medicine,” Edwin urged.


    “Just prepare the car,” Dn said, his tone icy.


    He couldn’t let the fever fade too soon—how else would he earn Christina’s sympathy? If he recovered too quickly, she wouldn’t worry about him.


    Edwin, unaware of the little scheme, could only sigh inwardly. What a deep love Mr. Scott has for Christina, he thought. He never imagined that the ever-cool Dn simply wanted to use his illness as an excuse to act pitiful and be pampered. The thought of such a man ying weak was almost unbelievable.


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    As the car sped along, Edwin kept ncing through the rearview mirror, his heart pounding with worry.


    Dn refused the fever pills, and Edwin didn’t dare push further.


    Dn and Edwin arrived in Jasgow.


    “Mr. Scott,” Edwin called softly. No answer. His pulse quickened. “Mr. Scott!” he shouted again, louder this time.


    Dn stirred awake, startled.


    “Are we there?” His voice was hoarse, his brows tightening as pain stabbed through his head.


    “Yes, sir. But maybe we should head to the hospital first,” Edwin suggested carefully.


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