Chapter 531

Chapter 531:

“Hurry up. This is a bus lane—we can’t exactly park here. Mr. Flynn is being nice. Do you want him to get a ticket?”

What kind of twisted logic was that? Yet for some reason, it worked. Muttering under her breath, Elissa climbed into the car.

As the vehicle pulled away, unease crept over her. Ernest sat beside her, silent and unreadable. Not a word spoken, yet his presence filled the space.

Elissa swallowed. Her fingers brushed her dry throat while a thin sheen of sweat formed on her back. What was she supposed to say?

“Where to?” Ernest’s voice cut through the tension, his gaze shifting toward her.

“Umm…” Elissa jolted. “R-Redmarsh.”

Ernest gave a curt nod. “Did you hear that?” he asked Quentin.

“Loud and clear, Mr. Flynn.”

“Good.”

And just like that, silence fell again. Elissa sat rigidly, spine straight as a board, feeling like a schoolgirl under watchful eyes.

Finally, they arrived and the car slowed to a stop.

“This is me—thank you for the ride!” she blurted, hastily pushing the door open. Before anyone could respond, she darted into the complex.

Ernest’s eyes followed her retreating figure. Then his gaze flickered over the surroundings. So… this was where she lived. In a place like this? He took in the run-down buildings and aging infrastructure before looking away. “Let’s go.”

Back at Silver Villas, Eric didn’t hesitate. Bending down, he scooped Hadley into his arms and carried her straight from the garage into the master bedroom. Carefully, he laid her on the bed.

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“You’re running a fever.”

Eric pressed his palm gently to her forehead on the way back. It was still burning hot.

“I’ll get the doctor—”

“No!” Hadley’s weak fingers grasped his wrist, faint but firm. “Please, I don’t want to take any medicine.”

“Hadley, please don’t fight me on this.” Eric’s voice was low and coaxing. “Let the doctor check you out. If it’s nothing serious, you might not even need medicine. But if it is… I just can’t take that chance.”

Without waiting for another protest, he dialed his private physician and then called the housekeeper. Hadley needed rest, warmth, and proper nutrition, and Eric would make sure she got all of it.

It wasn’t long before the doctor arrived. After a thorough check-up, he offered his assessment.

“It’s just a mild fever brought on by the cold. The cut isn’t deep—no stitches needed. I’ve cleaned and bandaged it, but she’ll need to keep it dry.”

He hesitated, glancing toward Eric with an uneasy expression. “Mr. Flynn… she’s a woman, after all. Physically, she’s not as strong as a man. In terms of… physical intimacy, you might want to take it easy.”

Cold sweat broke out across Eric’s back at the doctor’s careful warning. It mustered all his courage to hear it spoken aloud—but withholding the advice would have gone against the doctor’s conscience.

Clearing his throat, the doctor reached into his medical kit and pulled out a tube of ointment. With a neutral expression, he extended it to Eric.

“Mr. Flynn… you should apply this for her.”

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