Chapter 1848

"Follow them." The moment the driver heard that, he glanced outside and saw a taxi pulling up in front of Naomi. She opened the door and got in with John. Without hesitation, the driver started the engine, flicked on the turn signal, gripped the wheel, and checked the rearview mirror. As the taxi pulled away, he hit the gas and followed swiftly. Inside the taxi, Naomi said to the driver, "Sir, take us to the county hospital." "Alright." The car headed toward the hospital. Naomi turned to the person beside her. "Anywhere else feeling unwell? Any headaches, weakness, sore throat?" John stared at her the entire time, before getting in, and now inside the taxi as well. It was like his eyes grew roots on her face. When he heard her gentle, concerned voice, he replied, "A little dizzy. No strength in my body. My throat hurts a bit." He was being very obedient. Sickness softened him. Whatever she asked, he answered—no complaints, no resistance. Looking at how docile he was, a hint