Having just called for Evelyn, she then called out for Chester.
"Daddy..."
At these words, Chester's brows twitched, feeling as if his heart was being pinched by a small hand.
Not caring for anything else, he immediately went in, sat beside the bed, and held her small hand, "Daddy's here."
As if she could really feel her parents by her side, the Little Princess, who was constantly muttering just now, suddenly became quiet.
But her small eyebrows were still tightly knitted together.
Her lovely face, which had always looked lively and mischievous, was now showing only a red hue caused by her high fever that wouldn't subside.
Lying there in the quilt, she looked so pitiful.
"Didn't the doctor see her? She's taken the medicine, but why hasn't the fever subsided?" Chester's eyes darkened, and he immediately stared at the butler standing at the door.
