Chapter 995

John was playing dumb. "Oh, you're with Mr. Harold?" I said, "Cut it out. We're at Mons Villa, and Bruce has a fever so bad he's muddleheaded. He had collapsed and couldn't even get up. You need to come here and take him to the hospital." John sounded shocked. "Huh? How did he—" However, he quickly switched up his tune. "Don't worry, Mrs. Harold. I'll head over right now." Upon hearing that, I let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, I didn't have to deal with this anymore. Before I could say anything else, John added, "Mrs. Harold, can I ask you for a favor? Could you stay with Mr. Harold until I get there? He's really weak and shouldn't be left alone." I said, "Alright. By the way, do you know where his fever medicine is? He's burning up; I think he needs it." If the fever had damaged his brain function, it would be a complete disaster. There was silence on the other end of the line. After a moment, John said, "Mrs. Harold, fever medicine won't help him. He needs his tranquilizer