Chapter 1893


    Lydia, seeing ric shake his head, decided not to get up to answer the door.


    The doorbell rang for a while and then stopped.


    Just as Lydia was about to breathe a sigh of relief, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket.


    Checking the caller ID, she saw it was Thssa calling and quickly answered.


    "Lydia, did you swing by ric''s ce to check up on him?" Thssa''s concerned voice came through the phone.


    "Yeah, I did. Gave him a shot," Lydia replied.


    "Have you left yet?" Thssa inquired.


    "No, still here," Lydia said.


    "We''re at his doorstep, rang the bell but got no answer," Thssa exined.


    "Oh, that was you ringing? Hold on, I''lle open the door."


    Lydia quickly got up and headed for the door.


    She had been a bit spooked earlier by Angelina and Georgia, instinctively fearing it might be them again at the door.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    Turns out, it was Thssa.


    Opening the door, Lydia saw Thssa and Hertha standing there. She was briefly surprised but quickly stepped aside, saying, "Come on in."


    As Thssa and Hertha entered, Thssa asked, "How''s ric doing?"


    "He''ll survive. It''s just a nasty flu. Not like it''s the end of the world," Hertha chimed in.


    ric, overhearing Hertha''s voice, felt a jolt in his heart and excitedly sat up in bed.


    "Hertha..." His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, too soft for those in the living room to hear.


    He was about to call out louder, but then he remembered the disdainful look Hertha had given him when theydast parted, along with her


    impatient tone.


    He opened his mouth to speak, then swallowed the words back down, a look of dejection and mncholy on his face. Even if Hertha hade, what was the point in calling out to her? It would only deepen her disdain for him. She had made it clear; she found him repulsive, believing there could never be anything between them. With that thought, ric''s briefly recovered energy faded, and he slumped back onto the bed, disheartened. "You''ve got it all wrong. ric genuinely almost kicked the bucket this time," Lydia exined to Hertha. "What? It was that serious?" Hertha was shocked. "Where is he? I want to see him."


    Hearing Hertha wanted to check on him, ric quicklyy back down and closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious.


    Just as he did, footsteps approached closer to the room.


    Hertha walked in and saw ric with an IV in his arm, lying on the bed, hisplexion pale and lifeless.


    It was like a scene straight out of a medieval drama, where the hero is struck down by a poison dart, motionless and breathless.


    This sight made Hertha''s heart clench. She rushed over, gently pping ric''s cheek, "ric, please be okay. Don''t scare me..." "He''s currently..."


    "Cough, who''se to see me?" ric, hearing Lydia about to spill the beans, quickly coughed, feigning semi-consciousness to keep his act up.


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    Seeing him groggily open his eyes,


    were said anxiously, "It''s me. You


    were fine just a few days ago, how u suddenly get so sick


    Her words wereden with worry.