You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1703

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."

Athena gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes in annoyance. Once again, she turned 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 with anyone else's orders; it was only because of Alisha that she did it.

Luther's mind was solely focused 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 to synchronize the cooling process.

After repeatedly wiping for nearly an hour, he used an 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 degrees.

At this moment, Jamie had arrived.

Two black-clad individuals escorted him into the villa and removed the black hood covering his head.

Jamie opened his eyes, adjusting to the light inside the villa. When he saw the room where Luther was, he quickly approached while carrying his medical kit. Respectfully, he said, "Mr. Warner, I'm here. Please let me take a look."

Luther and Jamie had a deep friendship, and they could understand each other with just a glance.

Luther nodded slightly and made space for Jamie to sit down. "This is my daughter, Alisha. I suspect she has acute pneumonia. Please diagnose her properly."

He didn't hide Alisha's identity. He also understood Jamie's character; he would keep their secret.

Jamie was taken aback. Luther hadn't mentioned 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 unsettling about her. Then he looked at Alisha, who was exquisitely beautiful and resembled Mr. Warner to some extent.

In this remote location, with this strange woman, Mr. Warner's daughter?

Jamie didn't ask further; he trusted Mr. Warner's character. Mr. Warner was already married to Joyce, and their love was deep. There must be something unspeakable.

He took out his stethoscope and carefully listened to Alisha's lungs.