Chapter 1653
The DNA test results flashed in her mind—Kylee wasn’t her father’s daughter. So, she had no more concerns. She felt reassured, humming a soft tune as she walked back toward the house, her steps light.
At the Grand Plains General Hospital, Belinda had been busy all afternoon. Her shift was nearing its end, but duty had pulled her to the emergency department one last time.
When she finally emerged from the room, it was well past the time for her to get off work. As Belinda was heading toward the elevator to leave, her gaze suddenly fell on a bench at the entrance of the department. Someone was sitting there.
The moment Belinda spotted the figure, she instinctively walked over.
“Are you alright?” she asked gently.
The woman was Carola. Even though Carola was wearing a mask obscuring most of her face, Belinda recognized her immediately.
At the sound of Belinda’s voice, Carola looked up, her eyes dim. “Belinda… it’s you,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Belinda’s brow furrowed. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”
Carola gave a faint shake of her head. “Just a slight fever—nothing serious.”
Unconvinced, Belinda reached out and laid the back of her hand against Carola’s forehead. The heat pulsing from Carola’s skin startled her. “You’re burning up—this must be well over 103°F. This is serious.”
Carola gave a weary sigh. “At first, it was just a mild fever. I figured I’d sleep it off, but it only got worse over time.”
Belinda was about to say something when the hospital loudspeaker crackled to life, calling out Carola’s name.
“Come on, I’ll accompany you,” she said, slipping an arm around Carola to guide her toward the consultation room.
Inside, the attending doctor looked up, surprised to see Belinda. “Dr. Wright?” Th?s chapter is updated by Find_Novel(.)net
Belinda smiled and gestured toward Carola. “This is a friend of mine. She’s running a high fever; could you check her temperature?”
“Of course,” the doctor replied without hesitation and took Carola’s temperature.
The thermometer displayed a reading of 103.1°F. It was clear Carola wasn’t just feverish—signs of mild dehydration were already setting in. An IV drip was promptly recommended.
Belinda escorted Carola to the infusion room, settling her in before stepping out to handle the billing and registration.
Once the IV was in place, Carola turned to her, eyes soft with gratitude. “Thank you, Belinda. I really mean it.”
Belinda’s tone remained composed. “You’re welcome. I happened to be here; I couldn’t just walk away. But why did you come here alone? Where are Baker and Kylee?”
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