Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Chapter 870

“Where’s Shawn?”

“Inside, go in and have a look.”

The master bedroom was very quiet. Only one lamp was turned on, and Shawn coughed from time to time.

The family doctor stood by, dispensing medicines and preparing infusions.

There were several trash cans next to the bed.

Gale walked to the bedside.

Under the dim light, Shawn’s complexion was extremely gloomy. His eyes were closed, his lips were ***, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

“Cold, cold…” he murmured unconsciously.

“Cold?” Gale subconsciously tucked the quilt up for him, then looked at the housekeeper. “Add another quilt and turn up the temperature.”

“It’s useless, ma’am. Mr. Wood will be hot again later.”

“Is that so?”

Gale frowned tightly.

to it, the family doctor said, “I have already prescribed a fever-reducing injection, and I will give him another infusion.

work? Doctor, you can prescribe him some medicine,” Gale

Mr. Wood drinks

Ma’am, Mr. Wood has been calling your name all night, and it just stopped

so I called you over. Otherwise, I’m too embarrassed to disturb you in the middle of the night. I thought, if you stay here with Mr. Wood, if

had been

wonder the housekeeper said that Shawn’s heart had been hurting and needed

nodded. “I see, I’ll

Wood will

have

was just deeply

again. I’ll feed him,”

would be great if

the doctor to

drink some powdered

brows were slightly

lifted the quilt again, and his clothes were soaked

Gale sighed.

****people are really annoying.