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.”

around and pushed her wheelchair to the bathroom, fetched a towel and a basin of cold water, and handed them to Luther. She wouldn't bother

on Alisha. He carefully helped her cool down, using the ice packs and the cold water-soaked towel to alternate between applying them to her forehead and gently wiping her neck and chest

ear thermometer to measure Alisha's temperature once again. Finally, it had dropped to around 39 degrees. Although her temperature was still high, it was much safer than 40

moment, Jamie

into the villa and removed

opened his eyes, adjusting to the light inside the villa. When he saw the room where Luther was, he quickly approached while carrying

and they could understand each

for Jamie to sit down. "This is my daughter, Alisha. I suspect she has acute pneumonia.

He also understood Jamie's character;

anything about a daughter on the phone. He subconsciously glanced at Athena, the woman who sat in the wheelchair. She was beautiful, but there was something

location, with this strange woman, Mr. Warner's

didn't ask further; he trusted Mr. Warner's character. Mr. Warner was already married to Joyce, and their love

she needs intravenous therapy. Mr. Warner, let

it to Jamie. Jamie gently pricked her finger, squeezing a few drops of blood. Alisha let out a soft hum, half

held Alisha tenderly, his voice trembling

five minutes, the blood glucose test results were ready. Jamie looked at the indicators on the screen, furrowing his brow. "Alisha’s overall health seems weak,

a puzzled expression. Why? It seemed that

pneumonia, 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

is serious," Luther was shocked, 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 for over three years after

meaning. So, this was also Joyce's child. He knew about Anderson, and to think

could somewhat guess the current