The Silent Wife novel (Rachel and Justin) novel Chapter 223

Justin said, “I told you she isn’t home, Charlotte. She must have headed out for some business. Let’s go home.”

“That’s impossible! It’s the weekend!”

“But there’s nobody here, and there’s no way for us to enter.”

“I have the password, though!”

As the little girl spoke, she pulled the door knob and keyed in the password.

Before Justin came to his senses, the door let out a beep and opened.

“How do you know the password, Charlotte?”

“Samuel told me about it. It’s the sum of our birthdays.”

Upon entering the door, the girl called out, “Mommy!”

The bedroom door was barely cracked open, and a dim, amber light shone from the other side. After pacing toward the room, Justin pushed the door open and saw a woman lying on the bed.

We’ve been making so much noise, yet there’s not even a single reaction from her. Is she really sick?

Meanwhile, Charlotte rushed over as well and made her way through under his arm, her feet pattering toward the bed. She lifted Rachel’s hand gently, but before she could yell her mother’s name, she uttered in surprise, “So hot!”

The stupefied Justin hurried over without pondering much.

Beside Rachel’s pillow was a fallen ice pack, and no one knew who had prepared it for her.

Justin quickly reached his hand out and placed it on her forehead. He was shocked upon the scorching heat at a gentle touch. Clearly, it was a grave, high fever. She seemed fine yesterday, though. Why has it become so serious?

“What’s wrong with Mommy, Daddy?”

“We’re going to the hospital, Charlotte. Tell your uncle we’ll arrive at once.”

Having said that, he picked Rachel up horizontally from the bed and stormed out the door.

Very soon, he carried the woman into one of the emergency rooms in the hospital, and his hastiness attracted quite a bit of attention.

Meanwhile, Julian, who had gotten the call earlier, was already waiting in the room. When he saw Justin carrying Rachel into the room, he immediately rebuked, “What is it this time, Justin? What did you do to her again? She has always been sick, yet you continue to torture her. Can’t you just cut her some slack?”

“How about you cut me some slack instead and take a look at her?!”

As he gazed coldly at Julian, Justin put the woman down as he reminded, “We checked her temperature on the way here. Her high fever is at 39.7 degrees.”

As a professional, Julian’s temper was easily controlled. As soon as he calmed down, he lifted Rachel’s eyelids and shone a flashlight at her eyeballs, questioning as he inspected, “When did the fever start?”

“I’m not sure. The last time I saw her was at 11.00PM yesterday, and she seemed fine. We found her like this half an hour ago.”

“Did she consume something she shouldn’t have?”

“I have no idea.” The moment Justin blurted that, he seemed as though he had suddenly remembered something. “She must have taken some propofol and some wine afterward. It was yesterday night.”

Julian lifted his head, dumbfounded. “Propofol?”

Meanwhile, Justin glowered and said, “Why are you staring at me like that? I didn’t give her the drugs.”

“Prepare for a blood phlebotomy.”

“Yes, Dr. Peters.”

After hassling for almost half an hour, the test results finally came out. As they expected, the fever was caused by the incomplete fading of the anesthetic component in the drugs.

After setting up an infusion for Rachel, Julian pulled the curtains and came out of the ward.

“What happened?”

“Ask her yourself when she’s awake.”