Chapter 753

Jonah seemed genuinely terrified of needles. His face had turned red with anxiety, and his usually quick tongue was stammering. "Zane, d-don't mess around. I'm not—" "What's going on?" Just then, a familiar and gentle voice interrupted Jonah's flustered words. When I looked up, I saw a beautiful face, as expected. Marie wore a striking green velvet dress topped with an elegant yet understated gray fur coat. A bag hung from her wrist, completing the ensemble that exuded grace and sophistication. Although her outfit was suited for a leisurely stroll, her face was filled with urgency as she hurried over to us. With a tense tone, she asked, "What's wrong with Jonah? Where are you all headed?" "Mrs. Barker." The sight of Marie calmed me. The earlier sense of panic seemed to have found a place to settle. "Mom, Jonah's got a really bad fever. Ms. Nancy said to take him to the hospital, but he refuses to go," Zane replied ahead of me. He even sought Marie's help. "Please talk to Jonah,