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    Her heart skipped a beat. “William, you’re burning up. Are you running a fever?” she asked anxiously.


    William shook his head stubbornly. “I’m fine. Just check the data. I still need to finish this experiment,” he muttered.


    Despite the worry in her eyes, Ste sat back at theputer, but her eyes kept flicking over to him every few seconds.


    She tried hard to focus on the data, knowing that messing up even a little could ruin the whole experiment.


    However, no matter how much she tried, she kept sneaking nces at him. Compared to how he was in the morning, he looked totally off. His movements were sluggish, and his hands were shaking.


    It was obvious—he had a fever.


    After a moment of hesitation, Ste abruptly shut the file she’d been reviewing and stood up.


    “William, we’re going to the hospital,” she said, walking over to him. “You’re clearly unwell. You shouldn’t be continuing this right now.”


    William ignored her and kept working, like she hadn’t said anything.


    But she wasn’t letting it slide—she grabbed the microscope from his hands and repeated, “I told you, we’re going to the hospital!”


    William finally looked up, realizing he was in no condition to keep going. His voice came out weak and raspy. “I don’t need the hospital. Not now.”


    Ste raised an eyebrow at his stubbornness. “Really? You’re sweating, your body’s burning up, and you can’t even stay focused. What are you doing here if not wasting time?” William didn’t argue.


    He knew his body had started acting up not long after lunch, but he’d tried to push through.


    Ste didn’t waste time debating. She grabbed his hand and started pulling him toward the door. “I’m not strong enough to carry you. If you don’t want to faint in front of everyone and cause a scene, you’d bettere with me—right now.”


    When he heard her, he let out a quiet sigh, then silently trailed behind her as they made their way to the dimly lit parking garage.


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    Neither of them realized someone was watching from a distance—hidden inside a parked car on the far side of the lot.


    A phone camera silently tracked their every move, recording the moment Ste helped the clearly unwell William into her car.


    Once the two drove off, Cecelia finally lowered her phone and smirked to herself. “Ste, you just made my job way too easy.”


    She had just been about to head home when she spotted Ste guiding a pale, sluggish William toward the exit.


    That scene was far too juicy to pass up.


    Without wasting a moment, Cecelia gathered all the pictures she’d taken over the past few days and sent them to Willow, attaching a neat little message to stir the pot. Once everything was sent, she switched off her phone with a self-satisfied flick and walked away, humming to herself.


    She had no intention of getting involved—she knew all too well that Willow would soone down hard on Ste. Watching the chaos unfold from the sidelines was more than enough for her.


    At the hospital, Ste wasted no time getting William checked in.


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