"Wake up," Jared Quinn’s large hand touched her arm, and all he felt was the unusually scorching skin.
Jared Quinn’s expression darkened as his hand touched her forehead; she was indeed burning with fever.
"Butler, call Dr. Mo over."
Suddenly, a roar ca from upstairs. The butler had just stepped out the door when he rembered that Dr. Mo was on a business trip; he was abroad now. He rushed upstairs, saying, "Young Master, Dr. Mo is on a business trip. Shouldn’t we go directly to the hospital quickly?"
Jared Quinn’s brows furrowed montarily. He pulled the blanket over her and was about to pick her up.
lody Thorne was awakened by his scream. She opened her mouth, only to find her throat painfully dry.
"Water, water," lody Thorne reached out and grabbed Jared Quinn’s clothes, feeling intense discomfort throughout her body.
Jared Quinn stood still. The butler handed over a glass of water. lody Thorne wanted to reach out to take it but found she had no strength at all and couldn’t even lift her hand.
The butler wiped away sweat, thinking he couldn’t just drag lody Thorne up to drink water.
"Young Master, Young Master," the butler handed over the glass of water tearfully.
It took Jared Quinn three seconds to take the water from the butler’s hands and half-carry lody Thorne to feed her.
"To the hospital, prepare the car."
"Yes."
"No," lody Thorne struggled slightly. She was most afraid of that dreadful place—the hospital.
She often clung to Jared Quinn. Once, when he got injured, she went to the hospital to secretly see him, hiding in his room’s bathroom. Later, when he found her, he had her thrown into a ntal institution, saying she had ntal issues.
The staff at the ntal institution howled like ghosts around her ears that day, frightening her and leaving a heavy shadow in her heart. Therefore, she would rather die than go to that kind of place.
"No, no, let go," lody Thorne rasped as she struggled violently.
"lody Thorne!" Jared Quinn, with a hint of anger, pressed her onto the big bed, holding down her flailing arms, "You must go!"
"No, no, no, I won’t go," lody Thorne avoided him. Perhaps because she was sick, her heart was extraordinarily fragile, with tears coming imdiately.
Jared Quinn hadn’t seen her cry before. When he first noticed her, she was like a cunning little fox—adorably sly and detestable. Now, seeing her cry really struck his strong heart for so unexplainable reason.
The butler looked at them, feeling stuck—neither leaving nor staying seed right. Watching his young master’s actions, he just wanted to silently scream a few words, Young Master,
Be gentle, gentle, gentle...
"Why," Jared Quinn finally cald down, looking at the girl crying uncontrollably beneath him.
"I don’t want to go to the ntal institution. I don’t want to go. Go away, go away, I don’t want you to lock up," lody Thorne pushed and refused with all her strength.
Upon hearing her ridiculous and absurd reason, Jared Quinn pinched his brow, thinking maybe she was too feverish and talking nonsense.
When did he ever lock her in a ntal institution?
The butler was also slightly stunned; he could attest that such a thing never happened.
"No locking," Jared Quinn cald himself, scooped her up with the blanket, and said coldly with a lowered voice.
"You’re lying," lody Thorne continued to cry—he clearly had done it before.
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