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.

the living room, while Estelle strode straight

okay?” She flicked on

her face a sickly shade of yellow from the fever, and murmured

of the bed, feeling Sophia’s forehead—it was scorching. “Jason called me,” she

taking hold. “No hospital. I

this time,” Estelle insisted, grabbing some clothes and dressing Sophia. “You need

I’ll just take some medicine.” Sophia pleaded, her eyes

in a sweater

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

delirious with fever,” Estelle replied, her voice laced with both concern and irritation. “The silly girl refuses to

and rushed ahead. “I’ll

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

coming straight

him the address,

midnight, and the streets were mostly empty, allowing Jonathan

got Sophia checked into emergency, and a nurse

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