Chapter 125

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Mia looked at Timothy as he drew near, their noses meeting in an unexpected moment.

Caught off guard, she struggled to comprehend Timothy’s intentions.

In the ensuing moment. Timothy asked in a soft tone. “Do you feel the temperature difference?”

Blinking in response, Mia realized his forehead felt as cool as ice.

Suddenly, a cough echoed from the side, breaking the tension. “Ahem, be mindful of where you are. This is a

hospital,” a stern voice reminded them.

Timothy quickly composed himself, and Mia, feeling a rush of embarrassment, hastily pulled the blanket over

her face.

Genevieve, the nurse, addressed the pair, “The patient’s family members can wait outside. Those who haven’t registered should do so before proceeding.”

Mia cautiously observed Timothy’s departing footsteps through the gap in the blanket, letting out a sigh of relief only when he was out of sight.

Finally, he had left.

Quietly retracting the blanket, Mia whispered to Genevieve, “Honestly, I’m fine. There’s no need for any

treatment.”

at her and commented,

sure you’re

been aware of her

Genevieve briefed, “Dr. Lane, we’ve got a patient with a

bit reluctant about seeking treatment.”

39 degrees? Are they aiming for a warmer experience at the crematorium,

Mia to once again draw the blanket over her face; a

over her.

Connor!” she

Timothy had brought her to the public hospital! Panic set in–what should she

was a dire

Mia possibly explain herself if

help but regret venturing out of her house in

coat, Connor noticed the patient wrapped in

the blanket might start to

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clutched the blanket tighter, unwilling to confront the reality

instructed, “Pull back the patient’s blanket for me.”

“No!”

back from Genevieve, involuntarily letting out a gasp. She hurriedly muffled it with her hand, but it was too late–Genevieve had already revealed her.

innocent look,

“Mia, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell?”

instant his eyes read the 39–degree reading, his expression

me you weren’t feeling well? And why would you refuse treatment? Are you intentionally trying to send me to an early grave to inherit my credit card?” he quipped.

persistence, Mia replied, “I

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