Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 847 - 845: He’s Sick (Part 1)

Eva Nightingale furrowed her brows in confusion; unable to sleep, she got up and looked down from the second floor, only to see the pitch-black car body. Judging by the feeling... is this Lucas Knight’s car?

She casually put on a coat and went downstairs, and sure enough, the person she saw was Harry North.

"Good evening, Miss."

"Good..." Is it good? She paused, "Harry, what’s going on?"

"Miss, here’s the situation. Our Crown Prince is injured and hospitalized, refusing care, won’t eat dinner... no one can get close to him. How about you go see him!!" Harry said.

Upon hearing this, Eva’s eyes were filled with uncontrollable tension, even her voice trembled a bit: "Harry, how did he get hurt..."

In the middle of the night, suddenly being told such news, it was like her heart jumped to her throat!!

"Miss, he refuses to say. He just suddenly had a high fever this afternoon and was admitted to the sanatorium, and till now he hasn’t eaten or slept, anyone who gets close, he lashes out at them... no, no, he’s lying in bed unable to get up to hit anyone."

"Miss, please co with to see him."

"But he and I..." had already broken up, with such a relationship, well, never mind, never mind, his condition is important, Eva didn’t have ti to change her clothes and frantically headed towards the luxury car, her voice trembling, "Harry, let’s go quickly."

In all this ti, Harry had never asked for her so late at night!

So...

Could sothing really big have happened to him!!

"Harry, drive faster, please." Eva urged.

"Alright, Miss." Harry responded, the car’s speed was very fast but within the safe limit. He did not accelerate due to Eva’s urging, considering her pregnancy, driving too fast might make her uncomfortable.

Harry took the initiative to invite Eva.

He knew a bit about his master and Eva’s affairs, also knowing that his master definitely couldn’t let go of her, it’s not that easy to let go...

He didn’t know why this afternoon, Lucas suddenly had a high fever, after staying at the Military District Hospital for a few hours, the fever subsided, then he was transferred to a high-end sanatorium.

Half an hour later.

At the entrance of the high-end sanatorium, the car stopped.

Eva wrapped herself in her coat and went inside the lobby with Harry.

...

Because Lucas Knight was temporarily admitted, his subordinates already had the sanatorium sanitized inside and out no less than three tis.

This floor was all luxury suites; at this mont, Lucas Knight was sitting on the sofa, and said, "I’ll be discharged tomorrow."

This afternoon he indeed had a high fever, but at the mont he was fine, though the place was disinfected, he didn’t plan to stay longer.

Just as he finished speaking, the door to the luxury room was pushed open, and Harry did not co inside but politely said, "Master."

Harry uttered one word.

Eva rushed too quickly and couldn’t stop, so she directly charged into the hospital room.

The first thing she saw was the man in the patient’s outfit.

The doctor politely withdrew, instantly quieting the room.

"President, are you... alright?" Seeing him at that mont, her heart raced uncontrollably; the man, always so noble, shed his layer of coldness, yet wearing the patient’s outfit, he exuded a sense of cold and forbidding allure.

"Not good." Lucas Knight said expressionlessly, his gaze locked on her face for three seconds, then swept towards Harry at the door, his eyes profound and narrow, his voice chilling, "Harry, you tell her..."