You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1703: Dependence

Immediately, Luther dialed Jamie's phone number.

Over the phone, he briefly explained the situation to Jamie and provided a detailed description of Alisha's symptoms. He instructed Jamie to bring the necessary intravenous fluids and some basic testing equipment.

After hanging up the phone, he held Alisha in his arms, glaring coldly at Athena.

His voice was icy, as if ready to devour, "I need ice packs, now, immediately.”

Athena bit her lip. Although she was dissatisfied, she didn't dare to go against Luther's wishes. She pushed her wheelchair out of the glass room and all the way to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she took out the ice packs that were usually kept there. Then she pushed her wheelchair back to Luther's side and handed him the ice packs.

Luther couldn't be bothered to look at her. He reached out and took the ice packs, removing the fever-reducing patch from Alisha's forehead and replacing it with the ice packs.

Alisha’'s temperature was dangerously high, and it could easily lead to febrile seizures. Before Jamie arrived, Luther had to help Alisha with physical cooling.

Athena watched from the side as Luther tenderly and meticulously cared for Alisha. She felt jealous in her heart.

Because Alisha was his and Joyce's child, that was why he cared so much.

She had never witnessed such tenderness before. She wished that she were the one who was sick at this moment, and he was the one taking care of her.

Seeing Luther giving all his tenderness to someone unrelated, she even had the impulse to strangle Alisha. But she knew that she couldn't do it now. If Alisha died, she wouldn't be able to control Luther. Luther wouldn't let her off either; they would definitely have a falling out, which was not the outcome she desired. So, for now, she had to endure. Luther applied the ice packs to Alisha, but he felt that the ice was too cold. He gave further instructions to Athena, "Fill a basin with cold water and bring me a towel.”

her eyes in annoyance. Once again, she turned around and pushed her wheelchair to the bathroom, fetched a towel and a basin of

and the cold water-soaked towel to alternate between applying them to her forehead and gently wiping her neck and chest to

again. Finally, it had dropped to around 39 degrees. Although her temperature

moment, Jamie had

black-clad individuals escorted him into the villa and

was, he quickly approached while carrying his medical kit. Respectfully, he said, "Mr. Warner, I'm here. Please let

they could understand

sit down. "This is my daughter, Alisha. I suspect

also understood Jamie's character;

who sat in the wheelchair. She was beautiful, but there was

with this strange woman,

further; he trusted Mr. Warner's character. Mr. Warner was already married to Joyce, and their love was

pneumonia. It's progressing rapidly, and she needs intravenous therapy. Mr. Warner, let me test her blood glucose first." After saying that, he immediately took out a small blood glucose meter, a blood collection tube, and

held Alisha's small hand and extended it to Jamie. Jamie gently pricked her finger, squeezing a few drops of blood. Alisha let out a soft hum, half asleep and half awake. She murmured,

tenderly, his voice trembling

the screen, furrowing his brow. "Alisha’s overall health seems weak, is that right? All the blood parameters are not good. Hemoglobin is low, and platelet count

expression. Why? It seemed that this child hadn't

it's a dangerous situation. She needs continuous intravenous therapy for at least seven days, followed by further observation. During these seven days, someone must be with Alisha 24/7 because her temperature can spike at any moment. If it spikes and there's no one around, it

quickly explaining, "Alisha does have a weak constitution. It was a miracle that she survived after falling into the sea. She depended on instruments and intubation

meaning. So, this was also Joyce's child. He knew about

guess the current