Chapter118 Miss Annie is a bit weak and needs tonic
Aunt May swiftly helped Violet Devereux change into a crisp white shirt from Brady Hall's wardrobe and dried her damp hair in the process. After changing into the clean clothes, the last droplets of water on Violet's face were patted dry.
It was only then that Aunt May took a closer look at the woman Mr. Hall had brought home. She was stunningly beautiful, like a movie star, with porcelain-like skin, delicate features, and thick hair reminiscent of lush seaweed. Aunt May couldn't help but silently compliment her in her mind. Mr. Hall rarely brought a girl home, but when he did, he outdid himself with such beauty.
But then again, Mr. Hall was numero uno in New York's elite. Countless girls clamored for a chance to be near Mr. Hall. How fortunate was this girl to have caught his eye?
"Aunt May, please prepare some ginger tea. I need to examine Ms. Devereux," the family doctor interjected, having noticed Aunt May had finished assisting with Violet's change of attire. As he reached for his stethoscope and other medical tools, he began examining Violet.
After a thorough check, there didn't seem to be any serious issues. Her constitution appeared somewhat weak, succumbing to faintness after getting drenched in the rain. He wondered why someone so young would exhibit such frailty. Without the advanced equipment of a hospital, he couldn't make a definitive diagnosis, but he could confirm there was nothing critical to worry about at the moment. He retrieved fever-reducing medication from his bag and handed it to Aunt May, instructing her to administer it with the ginger tea soon.
He advised her to check the temperature every two hours and, if it dropped to a normal range, there should be no cause for concern. Attentive Aunt May nodded seriously, took the pills from the doctor, placed them on the nightstand, and planned to give them to Violet shortly.
With that, Aunt May accompanied the doctor to report back to Mr. Hall.
In the luxurious adjoining living room, Brady Hall was still seated on a genuine leather couch, perusing business news on his iPad. The bright living room lights accentuated his handsome profile, enhancing his already charismatic presence.
The family doctor, carrying his medical kit, walked over and stood beside Brady, bowing slightly with respect as he reported on Violet's condition: "Mr. Hall, Ms. Devereux has a mild fever, nothing serious. She should be fine after taking some fever medicine and having her temperature monitored."
Brady nodded at the news, "Okay, that's good to hear. You can head out now."
"Alright, Mr. Hall," the private doctor said, grabbing his bag and turning to leave when he suddenly remembered Violet Devereux's unusual frailty. It didn’t add up. She looked weaker than a college graduate should. Her pale complexion and lethargy seemed more fitting for someone recovering from childbirth. But that didn't make sense for a girl just out of college, barely in her early twenties. Why would she have a child so young?
Of course, the doctor wouldn't dare voice these thoughts out loud. Besides, since Ms. Devereux was the young lady Mr. Hall had brought home, suggesting she was weak from childbirth would be an affront to him.
Opting for discretion, the doctor simply advised, "Mr. Hall, Ms. Devereux seems a bit weak. She might need some nutritional supplements."
Brady Hall frowned slightly, "What do you mean by that?"
"It's possible that Ms. Devereux has been nutrition-deprived lately. She could benefit from foods that replenish the body's blood levels, like iron-rich supplements. I'll even bring her some special medication from the hospital tomorrow, designed for patients with her condition," the doctor explained.
"I understand," Brady Hall nodded, and the doctor left.
Once the doctor was gone, Brady turned to the woman who took care of the house and asked, "Did you catch what the doctor said?"
The housekeeper nodded quickly, "Yes, Mr. Hall, I did. I’ll prepare something for Ms. Devereux to eat tomorrow."
"Good, carry on then," Brady mumbled, returning his attention to the information on his iPad without a second thought for Violet.
Not wanting to disturb him further, the housekeeper headed to the bedroom to tend to Violet Devereux.
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