Just the next day, Seraphina Redgrave suddenly developed a high fever. She took medicine, and although it seemed like the fever was subsiding, it quickly flared up again.
Such was the cycle.
Seraphina lay in bed, her limbs weak and soft, struggling to lift even a finger.
"Bang!"
In the study at Hibiscus Garden, Dr. Goodwin watched as a wireless mouse flew straight at his feet, causing a sharp pain, but he dared not dodge, nor cry out.
Nathan Ayers stood beside him, feeling a bit sympathetic.
"How many days has it been? Why hasn't the fever subsided?" Ethan Sterling sat behind the desk, glaring coldly at Dr. Goodwin, his voice filled with menace.
"You're pretty good at taking my money, but not at curing illness. What use is there in sparing your life?"
