Chapter 614



The hospital bustled with activity that day.

By noon, Belinda hadn’t even had time to take a sip of water. Just as she finished her shift and headed toward the cafeteria, her phone rang. It was Harold calling.

“Hello, Harold,” Belinda answered.

“Belinda, do you have time now?” Harold’s voice carried a note of urgency.

“I just finished work and was about to grab lunch. What’s wrong?” Belinda asked.

“Could you come to the Clark family estate now? It’s Lucas—he’s burning up with a high fever, and he’s refusing any treatment. He insists on sleeping it off, but he’s in no condition for that. I have no choice but to ask for your help now,” Harold said.

Belinda paused, her hand gripping the phone tightly. A complicated mix of emotions flickered across her face.

Belinda knew that yesterday’s heavy downpour had left Lucas drenched to the skin. Judging by how soaked he had been, he must have stood in the rain for quite some time.

Harold noticed Belinda’s silence on the other end of the line and decided not to press further. He sighed lightly and said, “It’s alright. If you don’t want to come, I’ll think of another way.”

But to his surprise, Belinda responded, “Harold, I’ll come over right away.”

Harold’s relief was evident. “That’s great! Thank you, Belinda.”

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s﹒𝓬𝗈𝗺, the heart of fiction After ending the call, Belinda grabbed her bag and headed straight for the parking lot. When she arrived at the Clark family estate, she knocked briskly on the door. Hooper was quick to open it, his face lighting up with relief the moment he saw her.

“Belinda, thank you for coming,” he said earnestly.

Belinda nodded curtly and stepped inside. She couldn’t help but scold Lucas inwardly. Lucas was a grown man, yet he still managed to make everyone around him worry.

Harold appeared in the hallway, visibly anxious. “The doctor prepared IV fluids for Lucas, but he refused treatment and even drove the doctor away!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it,” Belinda reassured him, her tone steady.

Harold nodded gratefully. “Alright, I’ll leave him to you. Oh, and one more thing—he hasn’t eaten anything yet. Can you make sure he eats something?”

“I’ll see to it. Please have the kitchen prepare some oatmeal and bring it upstairs,” Belinda replied.

“Okay,” Harold said.

Belinda went upstairs and stopped outside Lucas’ bedroom door. She then pushed it open.

On the bed, Lucas was cocooned tightly in his blankets, leaving only his flushed face visible. Without hesitation, Belinda strode over and yanked the covers off him.

The sudden rush of cool air made Lucas scowl. “Get out!” he croaked, his voice raspy.

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