Thinking of Evelyn Lucas, Aidan Lucas's complexion grew even worse.
He gently pushed, trying to push the little girl in the skirt away from himself.
"Mm, don't move, brother, let me lean on you a bit longer... just a bit longer..."
The little girl seemed extremely confused. She clung to his waist with her hand and then buried her dirty little face into his chest.
The boy's face immediately fell.
He wanted to push her away, but the moment his palm touched her, he froze.
So hot!
Was she running a fever?
The second personality, Aidan Lucas, quickly realized that the little girl seemed to be running a fever.
He looked down, carefully discerning her condition in the dim light filtering in from beyond the grove.
He could see that the girl's ears and cheeks were unnaturally flushed.
She was running a fever...
This time, he was certain.
The boy tried to push her hand away but finally stopped himself.
