Chapter 559 High Fever
The person who stepped out of the car was Moses. He quickly approached Josie, a sense of urgency in his. voice as he spoke, “Mr. Russell is in trouble.”
His words were spoken in a hushed tone, not wanting others to overhear.
Josie couldn’t help but feel concerned. With so many people protecting Dexter, what could have possibly happened
to him?
Josie furrowed her brows in worry as she asked, “What’s wrong?”
“His fever won’t go down.”
There was a brief moment of silence as Josie processed Moses’ words. She observed his face closely. noticing the fine beads on his forehead. It was clear that he had rushed over to deliver this news.
Moses, who used to be rebellious towards Dexter, now appeared genuinely concerned for him. Josie couldn’t help but feel a twinge of worry herself.
“And? What does it have to do with me? I’m not a doctor,” she muttered, faking a hint of detachment in her
voice/
Moses grew increasingly anxious, his voice trembling slightly. “He has been calling out your name nonstop… Please, come with me. He refuses to take the medicine, and his condition is getting serious.”
Dexter caught a cold last night, and combined with his unhealed injuries, he fell ill the next day.
He had a high fever and was delirious, refusing to let a doctor see him, and kept calling Josie’s name.
Larry, the secretary, told Moses to quickly find someone who could help.
Josie, on the other hand, had been hoping for a peaceful day, but now she was compelled to go see Dexter. She was far from pleased. “Moses, you need to understand one thing. I have no obligation to take care of him. When someone is sick, they should see a doctor, not come to me and talk nonsense.”
However, Moses was undeterred by her resistance. “When you were away, he spent a lot of time and effort looking for you in Rivodia for two months. Since your return, he has been occupied with your studio… He hasn’t had a proper night’s sleep. He even stood outside your building all night yesterday…
Did he stand outside all night?
Josie furrowed her brows slightly; although worried about Dexter’s condition, she said matter-of-factly,
“I’ve never asked him to do all of this.”
Moses froze, realizing that he had misjudged Josie’s feelings for Dexter, and began to turn away.
As Josie’s gaze followed Moses’ desolate figure, a pang of guilt tugged at her heart. The memory of Dexter turning away the previous night flashed before her eyes. She found herself clutching her sleeves tightly.
Just as Moses was about to get into the car, Josie’s voice rang out, “Wait! I’ll go with you!”
Moses paused, his eyes widening in surprise.
Dexter was still in the hotel room, refusing to allow the doctor inside. The staff breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Josie. She tightened her lips and instructed, “Come in with me
She knew the layout and placement of everything in the room better than anyone else.
The room was messy, with broken items scattered on the floor from Dexter’s temper tantrums.
Josie carefully walked over and saw Dexter lying in bed, sleeping with a high fever. He looked very uncomfortable, with his arms red and trembling. His lips had turned pale, and his breathing was heavy.
He was as stubborn as she had anticipated.
Requesting the doctor’s assistance, Josie watched as they examined Dexter. His temperature was measured at a high thirty-nine point four degrees.
The doctor administered an injection, causing Dexter to wince in pain.
Josie observed closely for any signs of the fever subsiding. The doctor prescribed some medicine and instructed her. “Make sure he takes the medicine with warm water. I’ll be outside. Call me immediately if anything happens.”
Josie held the medicine in her hand. The hot water she had prepared had already started cooling down.
“Thank you, doctor,” she expressed her gratitude.
Following the doctor’s instructions, Josie opened the medicine and sat by the bed.
With great effort, she aided Dexter in sitting up, allowing him to lean against her for support. “Dexter, wake up. Take the medicine first. It’s me,” she called out.
