The Heir's Secret Bride

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Jaylen asked Daryl to take the kids to another room. He forced himself to brace himself up and watched them go out.

As soon as the two little ones left, Jaylen dashed to the bathroom and threw up a mouthful of scarlet blood. He held the edge of the sink. His gloomy eyelids drooped, exuding an aura of death. "Dr. Chatterly, Ms. Reese's temperature changed again," Evan's voice came from outside the door.

Jaylen did not reply. The odor of rust remained in his throat. It was sticky, making his head feel heavy. His body felt like it was floating as if he was about to fall down anytime.

However, he could not collapse at this moment.

Jaylen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took out a bottle from his pocket. He poured out a pill and swallowed it.

After all, he was not made of steel. He could only take the unorthodox path to maintain his energy and not delay the development of the antidote.

After a few minutes, Eric urged him again.

Jaylen washed his hands and hurried out. "I'll be right there."

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Three days later, in the ward on the top floor of First Hospital.

Perhaps because she had been lying on the bed for too long, Maeve's legs were a little weak when she got off. As she was about to fall, Jaylen reached out and supported her body.

"You haven't recovered yet. There is no hurry. It's better to take it slow." Jaylen held her arm and led her walk around.

Maeve noticed the shadows under his eyes. "You didn't sleep well these days, right? You didn't take my words to heart, did you?"

Jaylen smiled helplessly. "I've had a good sleep. If you don't believe me, ask Daryl. See if I've coughed up blood recently."

Maeve did not doubt his words. She thought that Rudolf's medicine had worked and made him better.

She walked around the ward for a few rounds until she was exhausted before sitting back on the bed, with sweat profusely seeping out of her forehead.

"I've only been lying down for two weeks, and I already feel like I'm about to be crippled," she said self-deprecatingly.

A trace of heartache flashed past Jaylen's eyes. "How can the infection be cured so quickly? You're quite lucky. You're just temporarily unable to move. Someone even..." Before he could finish, Jaylen suddenly stopped talking.

Maeve noticed the second half of his sentence and immediately asked, "What happened to that patient, who was also lying -here?"

Jaylen pursed his lips. "His condition is worse. He hasn't woken up yet."

"Even after taking the antidote?" Maeve asked.

Jaylen sighed, "The antidote only kills the virus in your body. It can't reverse the damage done. There's no shortcut other

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than slowly recuperating"-

"So that's how it is." Maeve rubbed her sore knees. Her heart was still fluttering with fear. "This virus is too scary. If it arts up again, perhaps my life will be spared."

In comparison, Xasia was considered mild.

Jaylen frowned. "It's kind of strange that you got infected. It doesn't make sense that this virus only mutated in your body"

It was as if someone had maliciously planted the mutated varian on Maeve.

If he had been a little slower, if his experiment hadn't happened to be in the last part, if Byron hadn't tested the drug, who had the same blood type as Maeve, she might have... Thinking of that possibility, Jaylen's eyes were filled with fear.

"You mean that it wasn't an accident that I was infected?" Maeve frowned.

Jaylen shook his head. "Most likely not. Have you offended anyone? Especially those from Erancia."

Maeve thought for a moment. "I don't think so. But probably here."

For example, the Reese family. But they could not be a threat in prison.

The closest one was Faye. However, she did not think that Faye Had the ability to obtain that virus.

Jaylen touched her head. "It doesn't matter. Stop thinking about t. Your kids are here. Just leave it to them." "To tell you the truth, I've had a feeling recently." Maeve closed her eyes.

""What?"

"I think I've started living off my children in advance." Maeve was harsh when i came to herself.

Jaylen laughed. "I think they're very happy to support you. Theyre even afraid that you won't rely on them."

His kids were so considerate and almost fed every food to her mouth.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

However, it was also thanks to the two little ones who treated their mother so well that Maeve's depression was swept away. But they were also kind of uneasy because their mother had never mentioned their father again after the first day she woke up. Every time they unintentionally mentioned their father, Maeve would not respond and switch to another topic. The kids felt that their mother was gradually ignoring their father and that was indeed the case.

Maeve might still have some expectations for Byron in the beginning, but her patience had been worn out these days. Why should she expect a man who never responded to her? It would only add to her worries.

Theo grabbed Will away and muttered softly, "It can't be like this. Mommy will not like Daddy anymore."

Will's face revealed a different but mature kind of worry. "But Daddy is still in a coma and unable to see Mommy. It's normal for Mommy to feel sad and not to mention him."

"Do you have Daddy's phone?" Theo had an idea.

"I asked Archer to give it to me. What's wrong?" Will tilted his head.

Theo did not answer. He turned around and told Maeve that they were going out for a walk before pulling Will out.

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The two of them hid in a corner and used Byron's phone to send messages to Maeve.

"What should I say? You know Daddy better. The first is on you." Theo stuffed the phone into Will's arms.

Will blinked and said hesitantly, "Is it good?"

Theo patted his head. "Hey, is there anything worse than a broken relationship between Mommy and Daddy?"

Thinking of the consequences, Will's small body trembled and he hurriedly typed.

In the ward, Maeve heard her phone vibrate. She picked it up and was stunned for a few seconds. Her bright eyes were shining slightly.

Byron: [Today's breakfast is tasteless. Even the coffee is awful.]

Byron: [I always subconsciously turned around when I was walking. Only then did I remember that you were not around.]

Byron: [The bedroom is so big and empty, so is the bed.]

Byron: [I said so much just because I miss you.]

Maeve pursed her red lips tightly. The defense that she had painstakingly built seemed to show signs of collapse. However, when she scrolled up and saw the message she had sent him a few days ago, her heart turned cold again. [Byron, I'm sick. Can you make some time to see me?]

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