Chapter 519: Chapter 519

Chapter 519:

“I have money,” Eileen said, pulling a card from her purse and handing it to Milford. “Use mine. You can pay me back after you graduate and start earning.”

The sight of the card made Milford’s eyes water, but he gently pushed it back toward her. “My life’s difficult, but I can manage. I don’t want to trouble you anymore. The principal spoke to me yesterday, and several professors will mentor me one-on-one. I might even graduate next year. It’s only six months away, right? I can do it…”

Milford’s voice trailed off, and before he could finish, he suddenly collapsed backward.

Eileen gasped, instinctively reaching out to catch him, but they both ended up on the floor.

Eileen’s shoulder hit the floor hard, the impact sending a jolt of pain through her body. Her hand inadvertently brushed Milford’s cheek. The heat radiating from his skin felt like a furnace blast, and Eileen yanked her hand back as if burned.

“What happened here?” a waiter barked, rushing over with another at the sound of the thud. They spotted Eileen and Milford sprawled on the floor together.

“Did he knock you down, miss?” the other waiter asked, his concern tinged with suspicion.

“Are you okay, miss?” the first waiter said, helping Eileen to her feet. “We’re so sorry! This waiter here is still in college, a little clumsy, you know…”

“Forget about me,” Eileen said through the pain, gesturing toward the unconscious Milford. “He fainted. It must be a fever. We need to get him to a hospital now. My car’s out front. Help me get him in; I’m taking him to the ER.”

Eileen pointed toward the parked car, urgency lacing her voice.

But a nervous waiter blocked her path. “Hold on, lady! This is our employee, and we don’t know you. We can’t just let you leave with him…”

Eileen spun around, her voice firm but edged with desperation. “His name’s Milford Murray, a freshman at Willowbrook University. He just turned eighteen. He’s burning up. Every minute wasted could be serious. You don’t want to be responsible for that, do you? If you’re still worried, you can send someone to come with me.”

Stay updated with galnσν𝑒𝓵𝓼.cøm The manager hesitated, the boss not being there yet. After a brief silence, the manager gestured for the two waiters to take Milford to Eileen’s car.

“Thanks for stepping up, ma’am,” the manager mumbled, his eyes darting around. He then leaned in and whispered urgently to one of the waiters, “Didn’t Milford leave his sister’s number? Call her and tell her to go to the hospital.”

The waiter quickly scurried to make the call, phone clutched in his hand.

Bailee, frustrated after getting nothing but voicemails from Huey and Winona, walked back into the coffee shop. Her eyes widened at the sight of two waiters carrying Milford out, his face pale.

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