Chapter 623 Grace Falls Ill
Caroline looked up at him, crying even more sorrowfully.
"Quentin, you know I don't like them."
"The one I like is you!"
Quentin's gaze rested on her. "Caroline, I've told you, I don't like you. The one who likes you is my mother."
"As I said before, if you can't stand it, you can call off the engagement anytime, and I'll fully cooperate."
After saying this, he lost his patience and coldly remarked while staring at the elevator's "1" button. "Are you going out, or am I?"
Caroline bit her lip and stubbornly shook her head. "I'm not going out. I want to stay with you."
Quentin stepped out of the elevator in silence.
Then he entered another elevator and quickly pressed the button for the basement.
Realizing what was happening, Caroline frantically chased after him. "Quentin, don't go, wait for me, okay?"
But even though she reached out her arm towards the elevator, it was too late.
The elevator doors had already closed.
At that moment, she only saw Quentin's stern, cold expression, devoid of any warmth.
Unable to hold back any longer, Caroline squatted on the ground and broke down in tears.
Quentin's assistant, Willie Torres, walked over and patiently comforted, "Ms. Stewart, the ground is cold. Please get up, and let's go to Mr. Taft's office."
Caroline remained squatting on the ground, crying even more sorrowfully. "He's not even there. Why should I go to his office?"
"Ms. Stewart, there are many people in the company. If others see you like this, it might affect your image. Let's go to the office."
"I don't want to go."
Willie had no choice but to remark, "Ms. Stewart, it was Mr. Taft who called and asked me to take good care of you."
Sure enough, upon hearing this, she suddenly looked up, her tear-filled eyes sparkling.
Caroline asked excitedly, "Really? Did he say that himself?"
"Absolutely. You know Mr. Taft's characteristics. If he hadn't said it himself, I wouldn't dare to make it up."
Caroline immediately smiled knowingly. "I knew it. He may seem cold on the outside, but he cares about me deeply."
"Of course, you are his fiancée. He cares about you," Willie persuaded, insincerely.
Caroline, being naive, failed to notice the insincerity.
She extended her hand and immediately resumed her demeanor as a wealthy young lady, speaking haughtily, "Help me up."
When Quentin got home, Grace's bedroom door was still tightly closed.
"Grace." He knocked on the door and spoke gently.
Compared to how he had just treated Caroline, he was like a different person.
"Grace, it's noon. Get up."
But inside, it was still quiet, with no response.
After several rounds of this, Quentin lost his patience.
Thinking she was throwing a tantrum or using this as a way to defy him, Quentin became quite angry.
"Grace." He knocked loudly and shouted, "Come out right now. I advise you not to test my limits."
"Come out. Hunger strikes won't work on me."
He shouted again.
But inside, it was still eerily quiet.
There was almost no sound.
At this point, the butler hurriedly came up with the key.
"Mr. Taft, should I open it?" the butler asked fearfully.
"Open it now!"
As soon as the door was opened, Quentin almost rushed in.
In his anger, he slammed the door shut behind him.
Then, his tall figure quickly moved to the bedside.
"Grace, get up and eat!" he shouted, looking at Grace on the bed.
Still, no one answered.
"I know you're not asleep. Get up. Pretending to sleep won't work."
Suppressing his anger, Quentin continued to shout.
But there was still no response from the bed.
After several attempts, Quentin could no longer hold back, his emotions reaching a boiling point.
"Grace, I'm warning you!"
He yanked the blanket off and reached out to grab her hand.
However, as soon as his hand touched Grace's, he immediately realized something was wrong.
Her hand was burning hot.
"Grace."
Quentin immediately panicked, all his previous anger and frustration dissipating.
When he touched her forehead, it was burning like fire.
She had such a high fever, but he didn't even know.
Luckily, he came back. If she had continued to have a fever until tonight, he couldn't imagine the consequences.
Unable to stay calm any longer, Quentin shouted towards the door, "Get a doctor here immediately."
"In no more than fifteen minutes, I want the doctor in front of me."
The butler wiped his cold sweat and nodded vigorously. "Mr. Taft, don't worry. We'll get one right away."
"Grace."
His gaze returned to Grace, and he gently patted her hand, trying to bring her back to consciousness.
But Grace seemed to be in a deep sleep, her whole body covered in sweat.
Her face was pale, devoid of any color.
Even through her clothes, Quentin could feel her skin radiating heat, hotter than fire.
While waiting, he had already removed all the blankets from the bed.
He loosened her nightgown to help her cool down.
Quentin fetched a basin of cold water and kept applying cold compresses.
But even so, it had little effect.
Her body was still burning, and her cheeks were so red they looked like they might bleed.
More importantly, she had no consciousness at all.
Unable to wait any longer, Quentin carried Grace downstairs while ordering someone to prepare the car, heading straight to the nearest hospital.
At the hospital, the results showed Grace had a fever of 103.2 degrees Fahrenheit.
"You were too careless. How could you let her fever get this bad? Who are you to her?" Dr. Lonnie Fields, apparently not recognizing him, asked sternly.
Without thinking, Quentin blurted out, "I'm her boyfriend."
"Then how could you take care of her like this? Luckily, you came in time. From the looks of it, she's had a fever for over ten hours. High fevers can be fatal, you know that?"
"If you had come any later, she could have died."
"She needs to be hospitalized. To handle the admission procedures immediately."
Quentin had his subordinates handle the admission.
He carried Grace to the inpatient department under Lonnie's leadership.
It wasn't until Grace had taken her medication, and received an IV, that her temperature started to drop. Quentin, holding her hand, finally let out a deep sigh.
"Grace." Holding her hand, his voice still trembling, he said, "You scared me!"
Lonnie said she had been feverish for over ten hours.
That meant she had started having a high fever shortly after he left yesterday.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you yesterday."
Quentin was filled with guilt and self-blame.
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