Estelle had just returned to the Royal Mansion when her phone erupted with urgency. She gently pushed past Jonathan, and made a beeline for the living room to take the call. “Hey, Jason.”

On the other end, Jason sounded concerned. “Estelle, you up? Sophia’s come down with something fierce; she’s running a high fever. Can you check on her?”

“Sophia’s sick again?” Estelle’s gaze sharpened with worry. “On it, I’ll head over right now.”

“Take it easy on the road, okay?”

“Will do.”

She hung up in a hurry and pivoted back to Jonathan, who was making his way towards her. “Sophia’s home alone with a fever. I need to swing by her place.”

Jonathan grabbed her coat, draping it over her shoulders. “Don’t panic. I’ll drive us there.”

“Thanks.”

They hurried out, jumped into the car, and set off for Sophia’s apartment.

Knowing the entry code by heart, Estelle didn’t hesitate to unlock Sophia’s door and push it open.

in the living room, while Estelle strode straight to

you okay?” She

managed to pry open her eyes, her face a sickly shade of yellow from the fever, and

of the bed, feeling Sophia’s forehead—it was scorching. “Jason called me,” she said, frowning. “Why didn’t you tell me you were

shook her head, a childlike stubbornness taking

some clothes and dressing Sophia. “You need a doctor, and

take some medicine.” Sophia pleaded, her eyes

a sweater

from his seat as Estelle emerged carrying Sophia. “Hospital?” he asked, standing

with fever,” Estelle replied, her voice laced with both concern

grabbed the car keys and rushed ahead. “I’ll

called. Estelle quickly briefed him on Sophia’s condition. “We’re on

coming straight there.” Jason sounded

him the address, he hung

was well past midnight, and the streets were mostly empty, allowing Jonathan to drive fast, reaching the nearest hospital in no

and a nurse whisked her away for

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