Chapter 487

Mayra rarely got sick, but when she did, it would take a long time for her to recover. The air conditioning was off inside the room, and the window was open. She slept for a while but felt as though she was in an oven. As she was running a high fever, her face was flushed. Staring at Anderon, who didn't answer her question, she lowered her gaze and wondered if she asked the wrong question. Anderson sat by her bed and took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe her sweat. "I'll take you to see her next time." Mayra regretted asking the question almost as soon as those words left her mouth. Since she was the one who asked the question, she could only nod and agree. Just then, Helen came in to check her temperature. She leaned against Anderson weakly with a thermometer under her tongue. Anderson held her hand and marveled at its softness. Sometime later, he took out the thermometer from her mouth and handed it to Helen. "My goodness, 101.3 degrees. Mr. Anderson, le