Freya Yeager thought Lily Turner was just sleeping there. But when she went over to wake Lily, she noticed something unusual. Lily's cheeks were flush, so red they seemed about to bleed. She reached out to touch Lily's cheek, and the burning sensation shocked her.
"Could you come over and help me for a moment?"
When entering earlier, worried that Lily might be bathing inside, Freya raised her hand to stop the waiter from following in. Indeed, Lily was bathing, but she was clothed, a puzzling scenario for Freya.
But that wasn't the time for such thoughts. She motioned the waiter standing at the bathroom door to come in and help.
With the waiter's assistance, Freya helped Lily onto her car. Without saying thanks to the waiter, she immediately drove away from the hotel, heading straight to the nearest hospital.
Lily, having been drenched in cold water for an entire night, suffered both physically and mentally, tragically falling ill. The illness was aggressive; her fever soared to forty degrees and caused pneumonia.
In the evening, Lily finally woke up from her stupor, and the high fever gradually subsided. She slowly opened her eyes wide.
Seeing her eyes open, Freya, who had been staying by the bedside, leaned in closer, "Awake? Do you want some water?"
Upon knowing the reason for Lily's illness, Freya immediately thought it was related to her, feeling immense guilt. When she looked at Lily, she felt too guilty to meet her eyes directly.
"Where is this?" Lily turned her head to look around, and the IV stand and the liquid hanging above informed her that she was in a hospital, "Why am I in the hospital?"
She meant how she was brought to the hospital, not why she came to the hospital. Feeling weak all over with a dizzy head, she knew she was ill — and not lightly.
"You had a fever."
Freya didn't fully understand Lily's question and blurted out the answer upon hearing her ask like that.
Lily didn't continue to question Freya. Instead, she endured her discomfort and sat up. She tilted her head to glance at the cabinet beside the bed and shifted to sit sideways.
Because of what happened last night, Lily now had reservations about Freya. Wanting to drink water, she reached out to pour some herself.
Seeing this, Freya immediately got up to help, but her hand was pushed away by Lily, "I'll do it myself."
She trusted her so much, yet she schemed against her like that. If she hadn't timely realized and taken a cold shower, she couldn't imagine what dire situation she might've faced.
"Let me help you!"
"No need!"
Freya wanted to help but was coldly rejected by Lily. Seeing Lily's attitude toward her, Freya knew very well that Lily was still mad at her, and it couldn't be resolved anytime soon.
Just when Freya felt incredibly awkward, her phone in her bag suddenly rang. Regardless of who was calling, she felt an immense gratitude toward the caller in her heart.
Glancing at Lily, who had successfully poured her own water, Freya walked over to the bag at the foot of the bed, took out her phone, glanced at it, and quickly answered, "Mr. Xu!"