âAlright, Doris said. Then she nodded and tucked in the blanket for Nessa.
Mrs. Flores returned with a thermometer in her hand. Doris took it and placed the thermometer under Nessaâs armpit in the blanket.
Five minutes later, Doris took out the thermometer and found out that it was at a temperature of around 38 degrees Celsius. Indeed, Nessa had a fever.
âShould we go to the hospital?â Mrs. Flores was somewhat anxious and said, âShe was fine in the afternoon.â
âDonât panic.â Doris reassured her, saying. âKids having a fever is common; Iâll take her to the hospital for a shot.â
âButâ¦â Mrs. Flores said, âI recall Mr. Adelmar mentioning that those injections are not good for the kid.â
âWhat should we do then?â Doris also remembered what Waylon had said, âItâs late. I donât want to bother him.â
âHow is this a bother?â Mrs. Flores hurriedly said, âYouâre just too concerned about your image, arenât you!
Doris turned speechless.
âWhatâs more important? Is your image more important than Nessaâs health?â Mrs. Flores said, âHurry, call Mr. Adelmar. Donât let Nessa suffer!â
Doris was still hesitating. However, Mrs. Flores passed her the phone and said, âYou must understand whatâs more important now! Nessa needs some help, donât you understand? You canât be ignorant of which is more important.â
Doris pondered for a while. Mrs. Floresâ words were true. I canât let Nessa suffer anymore! Otherwise, Iâll be heartbroken and guilty.
Doris dialed Waylonâs number without hesitation.
On the other hand, Waylon had just entered Macsen Villa, and his phone rang as he climbed the stairs.
He took out his phone and found out it was Doris calling. Waylon felt somehow worried. Was something wrong? Doris would not casually call me without something important.
Waylon quickly answered the phone and said, âDoris, whatâs the matter?â
âMr. Adelmar,â Doris said, âIâm sorry to disturb you now,â
âJust tell me whatâs going on.â Waylon frowned and said. âDonât nag.â
âItâs about Nessa, Doris said. âNessa is having a high fever. I was planning to take her to the hospital for a shot, but Mrs Flores reminded me that you mentioned that it might not be good for her âWell Waylon said calmly, âMrs Flores is smarter than you Dons feil stent. Does he need to be sarcastic now?
Tin coming over right away. Waylon said âGet a cold towel ready for Nessaâ
Got it!â Doris hurriedly said. âIâll wait for you. Thank you so much!â
âSure!â Waylon said that and hung up the phone. Then he turned around and was about to leave.
âMr. Waylon. I cooked some food for you,â Mrs. Jamison said while leaving the kitchen.
âNot now. Iâm going to check on Nessa. Waylon said.
Mrs. Jamison fell silent. It seems like he is truly the father of Nessa! Letâs see how long he can pretend not to be!
Then Waylon drove himself back to Starhill Garden.
Doris heard the sound of the car parking downstairs. She looked down from the window. Waylon had arrived within fifteen minutes. I had no idea how he managed to do so. How fast did he drive?
Mrs. Flores opened the door to let Waylon in.
Waylon was wearing a white shirt and carrying a medicine box.
He tossed his suit jacket into the car as he exited it.
Doris felt somehow shy as she saw Waylon. Waylon is truly handsome! I felt somehow heart-warmed too. Itâs all Mrs. Flores fault! I canât forget what she said earlier.
âLet me see Nessa,â Waylon changed into slippers and said..
Doris held Nessa and came beside Waylon. She adjusted her position so that Waylon could see properly. By now, Nessaâs fever seemed to have risen again. She seemed to be suffering.
âIâll do some nudges to bring down her fever,â Waylon said. âPrepare some warm water and pills too.â
âNoted.â Doris nodded and said, âShould I lay Nessa on the sofa?â