Bet remained calm. He walked to the bed and felt Yvonne''s forehead. It was indeed scorching; her temperature had to be over 102 degrees.


    He wrapped Yvonne tightly in her nket, lifted her into his arms, and strode out of the room.


    Bet''s car sped to the nearest hospital.


    Because Yvonne''s fever wouldn''t break, the doctor ran some tests and admitted her immediately.


    "The high fever was caused by severe exposure to the cold," the doctor exined. "She''s had heart surgery before, right? It''s a good thing you brought her in when you did. If this had developed into myocarditis, it would have been serious."


    Bet asked, "When will her fever break?"


    "It shoulde down after the IV drip, but she probably won''t wake up until tomorrow morning. The patient will need to stay for at least a week. Hospital policy only allows one family member to stay overnight, so any non-essential visitors should leave."


    The assistant rushed around, handling Yvonne''s admission paperwork.


    When she returned to the room, Yvonne was still unconscious, with Bet sitting quietly by her bedside, watching over her.


    "Mr. Thompson, the hospital only allows one person to stay. You should go home and rest. I can stay here with Yvonne," the assistant said timidly, cing the admission forms on the nightstand.


    Mr. Thompson''s presence was somanding that she felt nervous just speaking to him.


    However, Bet was well-mannered and very approachable.


    "I''ll stay with her tonight. You can go home," he said. Though his tone was mild, his authority was undeniable, leaving no room for argument.


    The assistant nodded quickly and hurried away.


    Bet stayed by Yvonne''s bedside all night.


    After two IV bags, Yvonne''s temperature finally began to drop. When a nurse came to check on her, her temperature was 99.5°F—still a low-grade fever.


    "She''s still running a slight fever. You''ll need to monitor her temperature through the night. If it spikes again, call a doctor immediately," the nurse instructed Bet.


    Bet nodded. "I will. Thank you."


    The nurse finished her rounds and left the room.


    As soon as she returned to the nurses'' station, two other nurses on the night shift huddled around her.


    "Is the patient in VIP Room 12 really the famous actress Yvonne Jones?"


    "It''s really her. I just took her temperature. She''s even more beautiful in person than on screen."


    "And who''s that man with her? He''s so handsome, and he has such a powerful presence."


    "Probably her boyfriend. A lot of celebrities have secret rtionships these days."


    Just as the nurses were gossiping excitedly, the attending physician walked in and cleared his throat loudly.


    The nurses immediately fell silent.


    The doctor walked to the station, picked up a chart, and began flipping through it. "All of you, watch what you say, he said without looking up. "You should know what is and isn''t appropriate to discuss. You don''t want to get into trouble over careless words."


    With that, he walked away with the chart. nurses, now silent as


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    church returned to their work,


    the gossip havinge to an abrupt end.


    Bet watched over Yvonne all night. The next morning, she finally woke up.


    She opened her eyes to a blinding white light.


    Yvonne instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes, squinting.


    "You''re awake?" Bet stood up and gently touched her forehead. "The fever''s finally gone."


    He let out a sigh of relief.


    "Fever? Did have a fever?" Yvonne finally adjusted to the light. Her head was throbbing, and her gaze felt sluggish, Ben, what are you doing here? Is this a hospital?"