Chapter 585

Xavier's lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. "Mr. Fulton, you're awake." Timothy rushed over the moment he saw Xaiver open his eyes. "How are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?" "He can't talk," Rowan said, craning his neck for a look. "Get him some water." Timothy hurried to pour a glass of water, then helped Xavier sit up and brought the glass to his lips. Xavier, with the IV needle still in his hand, steadied the glass, causing a streak of bright red to flow back into the IV tube. He downed three glasses of water in a row before the burning pain in his throat finally eased a little. His face was flushed and dark from the high fever. A layer of stubble had grown on his chin, making him look utterly disheveled. "Mr. Fulton, why did you go out in the rain for no reason?" Timothy had never seen him like this before and was both concerned and puzzled. Xavier's head was still heavy, and the words Lily had said to him that night flooded his mind. His brows furrowe