Chapter 443: Chapter 443 She Successfully Fell Ill

Although he had made some wrong steps three years ago, his loyalty to Sylvan Cheney had never changed.

“Yes, Mr. Cheney.” Charles Mcintosh nodded.

“Go on.” Sylvan Cheney didn’t say much, rubbing his brow.

The sky was getting darker, and the distant dark clouds spread gradually, covering the whole sky.

The day was like night, with the wild wind blowing incessantly.

Leaves flying in the sky, mingling with yellow sand.

…

Jasmine Yale never expected to be sick so soon after returning from Singapore to Landon.

On the day Sylvan Cheney got engaged, she fell ill.

From the beginning of the day, she was drowsy and feverish, and she was confused.

She lay alone in bed under the dense clouds outside.

Her cell phone kept vibrating, but she didn’t have the energy to pick up the call.

So annoying…

Supporting herself, Jasmine Yale loomed up to make a call to Joe Heath.

“Jasmine, where are you? You in the hotel yet?”

“No… I’ve caught a fever…” Jasmine Yale responded weakly.

“A fever? Wait for me; I’m on my way.”

“Okay.”

The other side of the phone was noisy, Jasmine Yale guessed that he must be in the hotel ballroom.

She wanted to go back to Singapore.

Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, her mind clouded.

Suddenly, many things began swirling in her mind, as if they were deeply buried memories.

These memories, they kept repeating, swirling in her mind.

Trying to forget them, but she always couldn’t.

Like they were engraved with a knife.

The more blurred her consciousness, the clearer those memories became.

Back then, every winter, she would fall ill, either catching a cold or a fever.

At that time, there was always one person who would always be there with her.

“Jasmine Yale, obediently take your medicine, you hear?”

“Jasmine Yale, go lie down on the bed, I’ve asked for leave for you.”

“Jasmine Yale, take your hands off.”

“Mr. Cheney, can’t I even hug you when I’m sick? Is this how you treat your patients?”

These memories penetrated bit by bit.

Nothing could keep them out.

Especially when she was weak, they would sneak in.

In a daze, she heard the door of the room open.

Struggling to open her eyes, she saw Joe Heath.

“You’re burning up.” He touched Jasmine Yale’s forehead, “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ve got a fever.” Jasmine Yale murmured.

Joe Heath chuckled, “I know you have a fever. Don’t talk now, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

Joe Heath carried her downstairs and gently placed her in the passenger seat.

Jasmine Yale hung her head, in great pain.

“Why did I get a fever…” she murmured.

“Don’t talk, save some energy. I told you, you were not dressed warmly enough. This year Landon is particularly cold, unlike previous years.” Joe Heath said, “It’s also my fault, I didn’t buy you enough clothes.”

Jasmine Yale stopped talking.

“In a few days, I’ll still send you back to Singapore. You seem to be more suited there.”

“Mm.” Jasmine Yale responded and closed her eyes.

Joe Heath sped up all the way.

Landon was always so congested.

Finally, he managed to rush to the hospital and immediately asked the doctor to infuse Jasmine Yale with an IV.

Having a fever was one thing, but being delirious from it was another thing.

“Jasmine Yale, you’re already a little silly as it is. You’ll become sillier if you have a fever.” Joe Heath tried to cheer her up.

“Don’t you find that fools are happier?” Jasmine Yale retorted.

At least, that’s what she thought.

In those twelve years, she knew nothing, understood nothing, was aware of nothing.

How happy!