Chapter 700
Chapter 700
The leader of the group exchanged nces with the others, and their guard dropped slightly, “Turns out
it’s Ms. Dustin.”
One of them pulled out a business card, “Ms. Dustin, good to see you. Five years ago, Mr. Salter hired
us to clean the house once a week
“Today is our weekly cleaning day. We didn’t expect you to be here. Our apologies.”
Brittany took the card and nced at it. They were from a high-end housekeeping service in Imperial
City. Their reputation was ster.
“Mr. Salter?” Brittany hesitated; were they referring to Isaac?
“Yes, Mr. Isaac.”
“Ms. Dustin, since you’re back, we cane back another day”
“It’s pouring outside. It would be inconvenient for you to leave. Stay here.”
The rain would have made the journey back to Imperial City dangerous.
They hesitated for a moment, but Brittany insisted that they could clean the next day before leaving, so
they agreed.
Daniel, having eaten his fill, was ying by the window when he spotted Isaac sprawled in a puddle.
He sprang up, flung open the door, and rushed out into the
rain.
“Daniel!”
Brittany remembered the sight of Isaac lying in the puddle and massaged her temple. She had been
careless.
“Ms. Dustin, there seems to be a man lying outside…” one of the men ventured.
“Bring him in, and get Daniel cleaned up.”
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Through the window, Brittany could see Daniel standing vigil over Isaac. His small face was wet with
either rain or tears, looking pitiful and innocent.
She had issues with Isaac, but he was still Daniel’s father. She didn’t want to damage her rtionship
with Daniel.
With her instructions, the men nodded, “All right.”
Brittany didn’t want to face Isaac. So, she went upstairs.
Isaac was brought inside. Two of the men took him upstairs, removed his wet clothes, ced him in the
bathtub, and after cleaning him up, dressed him in fresh
pajamas.
Daniel, after taking another bath and changing into warm clothes, refused to return to his room, opting
to stay by Isaac’s bedside instead.
The older man, seemingly the leader of the group, advised, “Young master, it’ste. You should return
to your room and rest.”
Daniel refused. He stared at Isaac and asked, “Will Daddy get sick?”
The man wasn’t sure either. After drinking and getting soaked in the rain, Isaac’s health was in
question.
Daniely by the bedside, delicately holding Isaac’s hand, refusing to move an inch.
The man, unable to persuade Daniel, covered him with a nket and left.
Brittany spent the whole night tossing and turning.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of her grandmother. Isaac intermittently crossed her mind, sparking a
fleeting, unexinable emotion.
Byte night, the rain grew heavier. The sound of raindrops hitting the banana leaves outside, despite
the barrier of the ss window, was loud and disruptive.
Brittany got up, went downstairs, and brewed a cup of coffee. As she was carrying the coffee upstairs,
she heard Daniel’s scream.
“Daniel!” Brittany, thinking something had happened, dropped her cup. The sound of the shattering
ss resonated through the room.
She quickly pushed the bedroom door open.
Seeing Brittany, Daniel stumbled off the bed like he had seen a lifesaver, “Mom, dad has a fever, he’s
really hot!”
Brittany was pulled to the bedside. Isaac, lying on the bed, felt extremely hot. His handsome face was
flushed, his hair was damp and sticking to his scalp. His lips were dry as well. He appeared to be in the
throes of a high fever.
“Mom, what do we do?” Daniel choked, “Is Dad going to be okay?”.
Daniel sobbed and continued, “Mom, please find a doctor to save Dad…”.
Brittany didn’t want to help Isaac, but Daniel’s sobbing was too heartbreaking. She rubbed her temples.
After a moment, she finally relented.