Sam narrowed his eyes and raised an arc over his lips. "Did you just call me brother-in-law?"
Lacey paused before returning a smile. Her eyes were wet, and it was hard to tell if it was from rain or tears.
"Oh. My bad. I forgot that Bailey had just ended our fatherly relationship. Based on the current situation, you are indeed no longer my brother-in-law."
She stood up on trembling legs.
As usual, she pulled out her mask and put it on.
"Thank you for the help, Mr. Garrison." Lacey paused for a moment to whisper as she passed him. It all happened in the blink of an eye.
After that, she walked into the rain.
Sam frowned immediately, and there was a deep hint of hostility in his eyes.
He couldn't help but turn around and look in her direction.
It so happened that he found her on the verge of passing out.
Scowled, he strode forward. Sure enough, Lacey's vision went black, and she collapsed.
"Mr. Garrison!" Asa hurried forward, ready to take Lacey from his hands.
"She's got a fever." Sam said.
The girl in his arms had an unusually red face. It was the coldest month of the year, yet she wore very little.
He felt an unusual heat when holding her hand.
The fever was certainly not mild.
"Do we contact her father, now?" Asa asked.
"To the hospital." Sam ordered.
Lacey was probably the last person Bailey wanted to see right now.
Asa nodded. He then took Lacey from Sam and carried her into the car.
She was placed in the back seat and couldn't help but curl up.
At the passenger seat, Sam stared out the window. No one knew what was on his mind.
Although Asa was a little suspicious, as an assistant and secretary, he was not at liberty to pry into the actions of his boss.
The rain outside poured down and splattered on the window, blurring the view outside.
"It hurts—"
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