Chapter 52

In the next three days, Grace was able to sell between four to five thousand orders each day, but her fever never went down. By the time she completed the last order, she felt that the world in front of her was a blur. Her legs went weak, and she directly collapsed onto the chair next to her. All the accumulated apples were sold, and the farmers gathered together to celebrate. When they saw Grace sleeping, they immediately fell silent. Her cheeks were red, and her lips cracked from dryness. She couldn't even talk today; she had been replying to the questions on the screen by typing. The farmers all knew how exhausted and hardworking she had been these past few days, and they were very touched. Grace finally woke up when the sun set in the evening. Mandy immediately checked her forehead temperature. "You're still running a fever. Let's head back to the guesthouse in Southbrook. You need to rest well for a few days." Grace nodded, not forgetting to remind the few young people, "