Chapter 649 Got a Fever
Maria said, "If Mr. Steven Medici finds evidence, I'll just say it was my idea and had nothing to do with you."
Lola was touched by Maria's loyalty, more than she ever got from her own family.
"As long as I'm here, Ms. Medici, Abella will know the consequences of crossing you!" Maria's eyes flashed with determination.
"Oh, and when no one's around, don't be polite to Abella," Maria added.
"Don't worry, Maria, I won't be," Lola replied, her eyes filled with resolve.
Meanwhile, Kimberly woke up from a nightmare, still shaken. She saw it was evening and quickly got dressed to go out.
"Mrs. Medici, where are you going? Dinner's almost ready," a servant asked.
"I'm not eating," Kimberly said, wrapping a scarf around her neck. "Did you invite Lola's friends for dinner?"
"They've gone home."
"Gone home?" Kimberly was surprised. 'Why didn't they stay for dinner?'
The servant hesitated, thinking, 'Lola's friends argued with Abella this afternoon. Lola cried and went to her room.'
Just as the servant was about to explain, Kimberly's phone rang. "Hello, honey, I was just about to go out. What? Sharon fainted? I'll be right there."
Kimberly rushed out, and the servant said no more.
Meanwhile, Steven was driving back to the company, thinking about the little girl who had fallen in the garden years ago. Despite her scraped knee and tears, she forced a smile to cheer everyone up.
Lola was so sweet and considerate back then. When did she change?
Was it when Abella returned to the family? Or when Abella started to shine?
He remembered the first time he saw Abella at a design competition, assisting Abigail. Her right wrist was swollen and bruised, but she still embroidered beautiful roses on a dress.
One of the judges revealed that Abella was the founder of QY Group. Despite being a teenager, she managed a large group and worked as an assistant to mentor others.
Her courage and vision were impressive.
In his interactions with Abella, he saw more of her excellence.
Though he didn't want to compare Abella and Lola, the difference in their vision and conduct was clear.
Meanwhile, Abella dropped Phillipe off at the estate gate. Phillipe patted her head. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"It's no big deal," Abella shrugged. Lola's little schemes couldn't faze her.
"Actually, there's something I haven't told you," Phillipe said, looking into her eyes. "On Christmas Eve, Steven contacted me."
Abella was surprised; Steven didn't seem like the type to reach out.
Phillipe continued, "Easter is less than a month away. The family plans to announce your identity then. Winston and I want to resolve any external threats before that, so everyone knows you're the true Medici heiress."
They hadn't expected Lola to smear Abella's name with such wild stories.
Abella smirked. "So, they wanted to surprise me on Easter, but you spoiled it?"
"With everything that's happened, Steven will probably tell you tonight," Phillipe said, patting her head. "Everyone wants to announce your identity soon, but various reasons have delayed it."
"It doesn't matter to me whether it's announced or not," Abella smiled. "Don't worry about me. Go home and drive safely."
Phillipe reminded her, "If she tries anything else, let me know."
"Don't worry, I can handle her," Abella laughed, not taking Lola seriously.
"The Wren family might have a funeral tomorrow. I'll come pick you up then."
"Okay."
After Phillipe left, Abella returned to Long Island Manor. She ate, drank, and then went to her room to work, needing to free up time for Clara's funeral and to check on her grandfather's health.
Meanwhile, Maria rushed to Lola's side. "Ms. Medici, while you're here suffering, Abella is eating and sleeping well!"
"I expected that," Lola said weakly from her bed. "The more miserable I am, the more pleased she is."
She thought, 'Abella is just temporarily backed by Steven. What's there to be proud of?'
"Ms. Medici, are you feeling any better?" Maria asked, concerned.
Lola's face was pale, her lips colorless. To gain Steven's forgiveness, she had soaked in a cold bath for an hour.
Hearing the thermometer beep, Maria quickly checked it. "Ms. Medici, you have a fever of 102 degrees. I'll get you a fever patch."
"Maria," Lola called weakly, "If you use it now, all my efforts will be wasted. Call Steven and ask when he's coming back."
"Right, right." Maria hadn't expected Lola to be so calm despite being sick. She really had changed!
As Maria took out her phone, Lola's vision blurred, and she fainted.
"Hello, Mr. Steven Medici, when are you coming home? It's already eight o'clock, and Ms. Lola Medici..." Before Maria could finish, Steven coldly interrupted, "Let her wait."
"Ms. Lola Medici can't wait any longer. She's sick with a fever of 102 degrees! She has no color in her face and has been crying all afternoon. She might have cried so much that she got sick."
Hearing this, Steven's eyes showed a hint of complexity.
"Please, Mr. Steven Medici, come back soon," Maria's voice was tearful. "Ms. Lola Medici hasn't eaten anything and has a high fever."
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