Chapter 303

Maybe it was the hell Hastings put her through the day before, but that night, Citrine came down with a fierce fever-a rare occurrence for her.

The next morning, as soon as the shrill whistle cut through the dorm, the three roommates scrambled out of bed.

"Citrine?"

Noticing Citrine didn't move, Ingrid called her name a few times.

Three calls, no answer. At last, the three realized something was wrong.

Lisa hurried over and pressed her hand to Citrine's forehead. Her face went pale. "She's burning up! How did she get such a high fever?"

"We have to get her to the hospital. Now."

Without hesitation, they bundled Citrine up and rushed her to the hospital. After a quick discussion, it was decided that Ingrid would stay behind to look after Citrine while the other two returned to the training grounds.

he didn't spot Citrine among them,

the world owed him a fortune. "Some people are always late. Incredibly poor behavior. When she

then, Jane and Lisa jogged up,

knew they shared a dorm with Citrine. He glanced behind them, saw no sign of her, and his expression turned

sweat, spoke up immediately. "Sir, our roommate, Citrine Carmichael, came down with a fever. We took her to the

agreement. "That's right, sir. We'd like to request leave for

humorless laugh. "A fever? Did Citrine Carmichael

and Lisa answered

skeptical smile. "She'll do anything to get out of training, won't she? Faking illness, dragging her roommates along, and now sending you two to cover for her

girls stiffened, caught between anger

lie, sir.

she spoke up. "Sir, is it really us lying, or do you just have

her training under the blazing sun all afternoon, without a single break. Then you made her get up on stage and sing so she'd embarrass herself in front of everyone. Are you seriously

with a fever of a hundred and four, collapsing in the middle

had a

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255