Upon seeing him, Denny flashed a cheeky smile. âWhat are you doing inside? What took you so long to answer the door?â
Howard answered innocently, âDenny, I-I think Iâm ill. My head is burning up. Am I going to die?â
Dennyâs expression changed abruptly. Standing on his tiptoes, he placed his hand on Howardâs forehead. âOh, youâre burning! Iâll go get Dr. Walker now.â
Jim Walker was the doctor working for Imperial Hotel. Normally, the employees would seek treatment from him if they suffered from fever or headaches.
After Dennyâs figure disappeared from sight, Howard slumped.
My wound has been festering for some time, so I hope Dr. Walker doesnât realize that Iâm hurt.
Howard did not stop working even after he suffered an injury. He did not let anyone know he was shot in the leg.
After all, a gunshot wound was too sensitive to be revealed to the public.
Alas, his wound was pretty serious now. If he insisted on working instead of recuperating, he might have to amputate his leg.
As he was running a temperature now, he had no choice but to rest for a few days.
A few minutes later, Denny arrived with Jim.
Jim was a middle-aged man in his fifties with pleasant features. He allowed Denny to drag him into Howardâs room and panted. âDenny, Iâm old. Iâll fall if you continue dragging me!â
âDr. Walker, Chef Howard is usually healthy. He has never been sick. Of course Iâm worried sick as he suddenly got ill!â Denny responded anxiously.
After dragging Jim over to Howardâs bed, he came to a stop as he panted. âChef Howard, how are you doing? Dr. Walkerâs here.â
Howard blinked silently. Everyone in Imperial Hotel treated him well, and he was not a robot without feelings.
How can I take action against them?
Tears threatened to gush out of his eyes, so he forced himself to calm down. âDr. Walker, I think I have a fever,â he said slowly.
Jim pulled his infrared thermometer and took Howardâs temperature. Narrowing his eyes, he announced, âYouâre running a high temperature at thirty-nine point two degrees Celsius.â
He also checked Howardâs tongue. âYou have a hard time digesting food recently, too.â
After giving Howard the once-over, he asked, âDo you feel unwell besides the fever?â
Howard shook his head. âNo.â
âYoung man, you can earn money anytime, but you have to rest. Donât be a workaholic. Everyone in the hotel knows youâve never asked for a day off despite having worked here for years. Iâll give you a medical certificate so you can rest for a week,â Jim told him.
He then wrote the medical certificate and a prescription, giving them to Denny. âGive this to your manager. Remember to buy the medicine at the pharmacy according to this prescription.â
âSure!â Denny hurried away with both notes in his hands. After that, Jim packed up his stuff and left.
Howard was left alone in his room. Pulling out a slender necklace beneath his pillow, he gazed at it.
His marine blue eyes stared at it so adoringly as though it was his lover.
Seven days. I only have seven days left. After resting for seven days, Iâll have to complete the mission assigned to me by the organization. Otherwise, Iâll have to say goodbye to this world.
Pain gripped his heart so tightly that he could barely breathe.
I canât⦠I dare not⦠I shouldnâtâ¦
Slowly, he shut his eyes.
As pain flared up his leg, he knew he had to make up his mind in a week.
Early in the morning, Ashlyn went to the movie studio.
Arriving at the film set, she spotted Jonathan and Naomi shooting the last scene.
The sight of them standing next to each other was pleasing to the eye. In fact, Ashlynâs mood lifted when she saw them.
Her lips curled up as she went over to them quietly. As they were engrossed in the scene, she did not disturb them.
Taking a seat, she whipped her phone out and ordered some milkshakes.
Twenty minutes later, the scene finally came to an end.