Although Beryl wanted to stay a little longer with him, she had no intention of staying the whole night. "Can't you ask him to wait for me?"
Marcellus raised his hand and pointed at the watch hanging on the wall. "It's already eleven o'clock. Why isn't he sleeping?"
Beryl was speechless. That was right. She couldn't let the driver stay in the car all the time. It didn't seem right.
Should she leave now?
But what if he had a fever in the evening? This area was full of rich people, and there was no hospital at all. If the driver left, would something happen to him at home alone?
In an instant, a report of the man's tragic death appeared in her mind. Beryl frowned even more tightly, and the struggle in her mind was extremely fierce.
It was a difficult problem to leave or stay.
After waiting for a while, Marcellus said, "If you want to leave, just go. I'm used to being alone. It doesn't matter if I have a fever at night. I'll go to the hospital the next day."
"It'll be too late for you to go the next day." Hearing this, Beryl became anxious again. "Why don't you have any common sense as an adult? Having a fever all night can cause dehydration, and if you have a fever now, it must be caused by inflammation. It's different from an ordinary fever."
Marcellus shrugged helplessly. "Then what can I do by myself?"
Beryl couldn't bear to see him take it so lightly. She gritted her teeth and stood up from the sofa. "Forget it, I'm not leaving. I'll go back tomorrow morning."
Marcellus looked at the little girl, who had just reached his shoulder height. His dark eyes reflected her appearance, and there was a strange emotion growing in his heart. "Aren't you afraid? Why are you still here?"
Beryl recalled the scene in the private room and felt a little awkward. "You were injured so badly because you took the soup for me. How could I not care about you?"
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