Chapter 69

104°F? That’s a serious fever. Ronald hardly ever gets this sick. Could it be because I made him take that cold bath at Grandpa’s place a couple days ago? My brows lifted slightly over my pale face as Paul kept talking, calm and steady. “You’ve always cared more about Mr. Wright than anyone else. Back in the day, when he had the tiniest discomfort, you’d be the first to rush over. Even if he just felt a little queasy, you’d be hunting for medicine and fretting nonstop... always so considerate.” His eyes were full of urgency, totally confused as he stared at me. And honestly, I get it. He’s probably wondering why, when Ronald had just a minor issue before, I’d freak out, but now that the man’s passed out from a fever, I seem completely indifferent. I pressed my lips together, and suddenly memories of both lives came flooding back. Ronald used to push through everything, even illnesses, like a proper workaholic. No one dared to stop him—except me. I’d nag him to take medicine, force him