Chapter 245

Ethan didn’t waste time asking questions—he just hurried straight to Clara’s room. His face was tight with concern, every bit of it written plain as day. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Clara lay in bed, restless in her sleep. Her face was pale, and she looked visibly uncomfortable, her whole body tense. “Clara,” Ethan called softly, already standing close. She was clearly out of it from the fever and barely reacted to him—no resistance at all. With great effort, she mumbled, “Water... I want some water.” Her voice was weak and broken, thick with discomfort. In her hazy vision, she thought she saw Ethan, but none of it felt real. Her mind couldn't make sense of anything. Ethan didn’t say a word. He simply poured her a glass of water, helping her sit up so she could lean against him. He held her carefully and fed her small sips, cautious and patient. But the moment he felt the burning heat radiating off her, his expression stiffened. “You’ve got a serious