First People’s Hospital of City A, VIP ward.
Hope Williams has a fever, 37.9 degrees. Thankfully, it was discovered in time, and the fever isn’t severe.
Because Hope is pregnant, the doctor didn’t prescribe medication, opting instead for physical cooling.
Waylon Lewis unbuttoned his exquisite cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, revealing a strong forearm, his slender hands wringing out a towel before carefully placing it on Hope’s forehead.
The Sanders siblings ran to Waylon Lewis’s newly bought villa to find him, but they didn’t find anyone and couldn’t reach him by phone. They only learned he was at the hospital after asking a servant at the villa.
Worried something happened, they immediately rushed to the hospital. After asking around, the nurses refused to reveal Hope’s ward until they ran into Thomas Hughes, who then took them there.
Upon entering the ward, they saw Hope lying on the bed with a pale face, with Waylon Lewis sitting beside her, his expression grave.
Joseph Sanders and Zoey Sanders exchanged worried looks.
Joseph hurriedly pulled Thomas to ask, "How is sister-in-law? Is it serious? Was it Old Master Williams’s doing?"
"Don’t worry, Young Master. The madam just has a mild fever, it’s not too severe."
"Mild fever... huh? Just a mild fever?" Joseph tugged at his lip, "Are you sure?"
"Sure, the madam merely has a mild fever; it might subside soon."
Joseph blinked in confusion.
Zoey Sanders, "Then why does Brother Waylon look so grave, as if Aunt Williams has gotten some deadly disease? It’s frightening..."
Joseph hurriedly covered Zoey’s mouth, Waylon Lewis had already glanced over coldly.
"Cough... Brother Waylon, we came to visit sister-in-law."
Waylon Lewis responded indifferently, not saying anything more, and averted his gaze.
Joseph and Zoey lowered their footsteps walking to Hope’s bed. Zoey tenderly tucked in the blankets for Hope, whispering, "Brother Waylon... Is Aunt Williams still feverish?"
"When will Aunt Williams wake up? Did you eat lunch? Are you guys hungry? What does Aunt Williams like to eat? Given she’s pregnant and had a fever, she’ll probably want something light when she wakes up. I’ll go buy it. Elder Williams is outside looking for you all; it’s definitely inconvenient for you to go out. Just let me and my brother handle whatever you need, and also..."
Waylon Lewis slightly furrowed his brows, raising his eyes to look at her.
"Um..." Zoey paused, eyes darting nervously to her brother, probing Waylon, "Do you need me to do anything?"
Zoey clamped her mouth shut immediately after chewing her lips twice, thought for a bit then said, "Then I..."
Waylon Lewis glanced her way again, and Zoey quickly mimed zipping her mouth shut.
Waylon replaced the towel on Hope’s forehead and stood up, checking in with Joseph, "Come out with me for a moment."
After speaking, Waylon looked at Zoey, "If you’re willing, kindly help change her towel every five minutes."
Zoey nodded repeatedly, "Sure, sure, no problem."
Zoey took the warm towel from Waylon’s hand.
Waylon and Joseph walked out.
"Brother Waylon, whatever you need, just say it." Joseph solemnly addressed Waylon.
Brother Waylon was greatly indebted to their family; whatever he asked, Joseph would do his utmost.
"There is something I need you to handle."
"I’m low on personnel; can you have someone keep an eye on the Williams Family?"
Joseph hadn’t expected it to be that simple, "Just like that?"
"Okay, I’ll send my most trustworthy man. But Brother Waylon, what exactly does Elder Williams want?"
Waylon’s brow furrowed, his dark eyes shadowing, "He wants to use Hope’s bone marrow to save Luna Williams."
Upon hearing this, Joseph also couldn’t help but darken his face, "What? Elder Williams is out of his mind, isn’t he? Sister-in-law is still pregnant, what is he thinking? Besides, Hope and Luna are... damn it!"
A bold thought suddenly crossed Joseph’s mind, "They aren’t real sisters, are they?"
Waylon’s expression darkened; he would never allow such a thing to happen.
"Brother Waylon, rest assured, leave it to me, I’ll give the order right away."
"Hmm." Waylon patted his shoulder, "Thanks for the trouble."
"Brother Waylon, we’re brothers; you don’t need to be so formal. If it wasn’t for your help back then, where would the Sanders Family be today? So, your matters are my matters."
At that moment, Zoey opened the door, "Brother Waylon, Aunt Williams is awake."