Chapter 18 Fever in the Dead of Night

At that moment, Michael finally got how much Emily actually cared about him. Before, he'd been too stubborn to see it, treating her like she was just there for his convenience-calling her up when he needed something and ignoring her the rest of the time.

Now, he felt like a total jerk. Emily, the one he'd never really paid attention to, had taken a whipping for him. Seeing those marks on her back made him feel worse than if he'd been the one getting whipped.

"Let go of me, Michael. Don't make me hate you," Emily struggled harder.

Michael suddenly let go. Emily stood up and slapped him. She didn't have much strength, so it didn't hurt him much. Compared to the pain on his back, it was nothing.

For the first time, Emily saw guilt and hesitation on Michael's face. 'Is he actually feeling sorry for me?' she wondered.

After hitting him, she noticed Michael wasn't mad. Normally, he was so aloof that he wouldn't tolerate being slapped by anyone.

"You hit me so easily, so why did you take that whip for me?" Michael sneered.

Emily, still feverish and sweating from the struggle, snapped back, "Yeah, I shouldn't have taken it for you. I should've let grandpa beat you to death. Then we wouldn't need a divorce, and I could inherit your estate!"

Thinking about Michael lifting her clothes earlier, she didn't know whether to feel more ashamed or angry.

Either way, she really didn't want to see him right now. She checked her phone and saw it was already 2:30 a.m.

"Are you still not leaving?" Emily glared at him coldly.

medicine," Michael said,

feeling great either; his back hurt a lot, and he had

was still shaking. She didn't know what had come over her. 'How could I

looking for medicine, she quickly got up and searched on her

Just as

holding medicine in one hand and a cup of

respond, just looked at the medicine in his hand and said coldly, "I'm

the medicine, or I'll force it down your throat," he said, his tone leaving no room

watched him step closer, trembling nervously, desperately thinking of an excuse. "I'm allergic to fever medicine. I can't take it," she blurted out

clearly didn't believe her. "Emily, do you really want me to force the medicine down

and it was nearing 102 degrees Fahrenheit. "I really am allergic. Do you have any alcohol? I can use physical

to ask Michael to find some alcohol. Even Michael found it hard to

from him. She didn't want Michael helping her

quickly wiped her neck and arms with the alcohol and then tossed

that he'd been impulsive earlier, but he didn't know how to start because he had indeed brought up the divorce. 'Do I not want a divorce

said stiffly and

and sickly face but didn't say anything. Maybe she was too proud

of the night. Emily

check-up confirmed that her fever had subsided, Mason was relieved. "At least Michael was considerate. Go, call him over," Mason snorted. He also reassured Emily not to worry about today's family banquet and to rest well. Emily felt a warm feeling in her

included members of the Smith Family's extended branches. In fact, calling it a family banquet was more like a work report. Most of them were there to report

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