The sudden heat startled him.
Alarmed, Edwin noted the fevered flush on Mark’s face.
His intention to call the servant halted as the door swung open.
Cecilia’s voice echoed with concern.
“How’s Edwin? Is Mark still here?”
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As the servant stirred a pot of light yet nutritious soup, she chimed in, “The boy’s fever broke. Mr. Evans has been by his side all night. Last night’s rain was fierce, and I noticed he had a cut on his forehead.”
Cecilia hastened inside.
Edwin, though wan, looked rejuvenated.
Cecilia enveloped him, relief evident.
Eyes brimming with worry, Edwin whispered, “Dad’s running a fever. He’s burning up.”
Frozen, Cecilia processed the revelation.
Rushing to Mark’s side, she noted his damp hair and the bathrobe he wore.
A mix of fear and concern, she laid her hand on his forehead, confirming Edwin’s claim.
The servant interjected, “He braved the storm last night. He must’ve caught something. It’s unfortunate. Mr. Evans has always been frail.
What if…”
Edwin’s face drained of color.
Trembling, he clung to Cecilia’s leg.
Composure regained, Cecilia dialed 911.
“Harmony Apartment. We need an ambulance.”
Next, she reached out to Peter, urging him to alert Mark’s physician to meet them at the hospital.
Having orchestrated the necessary steps, her strength waned.
With wobbly legs, she leaned against the bed, her touch lingering on Mark’s heated brow.
Silent in his determination, Edwin fetched a towel, dabbing away the moisture from his father’s form.
His resolute actions weighed on Cecilia’s heart.