Skeletons Of The Marital Closet novel Chapter 872

Chapter 872

“Alright.”

The housekeeper added with a gentle smile, “It’s like we’re back in the past, when you and Mr. Wood were still amicable with each other.”

“Amicable?” Gale smiled to herself. “That’s never happened.”

“It did. It was just incredibly rare. Mrs. Wood, after so many years of observation, I know that Mr. Wood really does love you deeply.”

Gale looked down, not answering.

The housekeeper wisely left the room at that, gently ***the door.

Gale should be the one taking care of Shawn.

When it came to Shawn, no medicine in the world could beat Gale.

Gale tested out the temperature before feeding Shawn.

Thankfully, Shawn had the medicine without any fuss.

It was not as hard as she thought at all. After drinking the medicine and having the infusions, Gale felt like Shawn should be much better after a night of rest.

Just as Gale thought that, Shawn started to cough roughly again.

The cough got worse and worse, filling the whole room with the sounds of his coughing. His face started to redden, and Gale was even worried that he would start to choke.

As he coughed, he actually vomited all of the medicine he had earlier.

Gale hurriedly grabbed the trash can, but she was too late.

She was stunned.

No wonder the housekeeper called her and asked her to come over. Shawn might just be having a fever and coughing, but it seemed incredibly serious.

On top of that, Shawn was usually so cool and proud, as if nothing could make him falter. Yet, he looked so weak at that moment. It was such a huge difference.

Gale hurriedly called for the bedsheets to be changed.

The maid said, “Mrs. Wood, Mr. Wood won’t take the medicine. We’ve tried for the whole night.. There has to be a better way.”

“What? Should I ***his ***tight so he can’t regurgitate it?” Gale frowned.

After Shawn had the medicine, he immediately started coughing. After he coughed, he spat it out.

Was that medicine not working?

What was going on?

The maid looked at her, looking like there was something to say.

“Do you have a solution?” Gale could see the hesitation in the maid. “It’s fine, just tell me.”

“Mrs. Wood, I-I think that you could feed Mr. Wood yourself.”

“I did that. I helped him drink it.”

The maid gulped. “I mean, use your ***.”

Gale was stunned.

The maid said, “It might work. Mr. Wood is vomiting everything out the moment we feed him. If that continues, we’ll run out of sheets.”

Gale’s face started to heat up slowly.

She felt like she was about to get a fever too!