Chapter 790 Grace's High Fever 1
The doctor's diagnosis was: Grace fainted due to a high fever.
After receiving medication and an injection, it took another hour before Grace slowly woke up.
As soon as Grace opened her eyes, she saw Mark by her bedside.
"What happened to me?" she tried to speak, but her throat was so dry that no sound came out, only her lips moved slightly.
Due to the high fever, Grace's lips were pale.
Mark immediately got up to support her, "Grace, just lie down and don't move. You just woke up, and your body is very weak."
Grace looked around the ward and then pointed to the cup beside her.
Mark immediately understood, "Grace, do you want some water?"
Grace nodded.
"Okay."
Mark brought the cup over, supporting her while giving her water.
After drinking the water, Grace cleared her throat and finally managed to speak, "Mark, what happened to me?"
"You had a high fever and fainted."
Mark said, unable to hide his concern.
So that was what happened. She thought back carefully and recalled that her head felt dizzy and painful before she went to bed last night.
She had thought it was because of the alcohol, but now it seemed she might have already had a fever then.
"Thank you, Mark, you've helped me again."
She didn't want to burden him anymore.
After finishing the IV, Grace immediately expressed her desire to leave.
But how could Mark let her leave?
The two of them were at a stalemate, neither willing to compromise. In the end, Grace got out of bed, ready to leave.
But she didn't expect to be so weak. As soon as she lifted the blanket and her feet touched the ground, she stumbled and almost fell.
Mark rushed to catch her, "Grace, don't be stubborn, okay? You're very weak right now and need care."
"No matter what, you should be careful about your health."
Grace looked at him, feeling very guilty, "But..."
"Grace, no buts. Since you said we're friends, we should stick together through thick and thin. If I were the one lying here today, would you leave me alone?"
"No."
"Then that's enough," Mark nodded.
Seeing his sincerity and determination, Grace couldn't bring herself to refuse anymore.
The Taft Group, office.
Willie hesitated for a moment but carefully pushed the door open and walked in.
After reporting his work, Willie nervously spoke up, "Mr. Taft, I just received news that Ms. Morgan is hospitalized. Do you want to..."
Before Willie could finish, Quentin's cold voice pierced his ears, "When did I allow you to report things unrelated to work? Are you too idle lately?"
"No, Mr. Taft, please calm down. I'll get back to my work immediately."
With that, Willie quickly left.
Quentin was left alone in the office, his eyes fixed on the computer.
However, soon, the directors of various departments were called into the office one by one.
"This is what your entire creative department came up with? The whole market is full of these things, and you tell me you spent a week on this?"
"Three days. If you can't come up with something that satisfies me, everyone will have their salaries cut and be suspended."
"If you can't deliver in seven days, prepare to be fired."
Even through the thick glass door, Willie could feel Quentin's raging anger.
Standing outside, Willie couldn't help but shrink his neck.
It seemed that what Willie had just experienced was already the mildest.
As they came out, one by one, they left with their heads down, looking dejected.
Uma Hubbard, the new head of the design department who had just taken office last week, was so scared by the scene that her heart trembled, and her face turned pale.
Uma was a formidable figure in her department, having been promoted to department head at just thirty-five, with a bright future ahead.
In front of others, Uma was a strong woman, but in front of Quentin, she was as timid as a mouse seeing a cat.
Unable to hold back, Uma walked over to Willie, "Willie, what's wrong with Mr. Taft today? Didn't he sleep well? Can you think of a way?"
Willie sighed and looked inside with a worried expression.
He had a rough idea of why Quentin was angry.
Quentin's anger wouldn't subside anytime soon.
"Willie?" Uma called out again when she saw him lost in thought.
Willie looked at her and sincerely gave his advice, "There's no better way. The best thing to do is to report your work, and if Mr. Taft doesn't speak first, don't say anything."
"If he starts scolding you, just remember one principle: listen quietly and don't explain anything. Just go along with his thoughts."
"Yes, Willie, I understand. Thank you."
Ten minutes later, the person inside came out, looking defeated.
"Next," Quentin's icy voice called from inside.
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Uma responded and walked in, bowing respectfully, "Mr. Taft, I'm from the design department."
"Report this month's work first."
Quentin sat in his chair without even looking up.
Uma was about to speak when Quentin suddenly thought of something and looked up at her, "Who are you?"
"Mr. Taft, the former head, Ms. Lawson, went on maternity leave. You appointed me as the new head of the design department last week, responsible for all matters in the department."
"This is my work report for the week. Please review it."
Uma immediately presented the work report.
Quentin suddenly looked at Uma with interest, "You mean Ms. Lawson is having a baby?"
Hearing this, Uma became even more anxious. Weren't they supposed to talk about work? Why were they suddenly talking about Vanessa Lawson having a baby?
What was Quentin trying to do?
Uma was very nervous.
"Mr. Taft, let me report my work first!" She wiped the sweat from her face.
"No need," Quentin refused bluntly, "Continue talking about Ms. Lawson having a baby."
Why was Quentin so interested in Vanessa having a baby? Willie didn't tell her that!
This was really strange.
But Uma didn't dare to object and had to continue, "Mr. Taft, Ms. Lawson had her baby a few days ago. She should be in the hospital now."
"Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked immediately.
"It's a baby girl, very cute, and looks a lot like Ms. Lawson."
"You went to the hospital to see her?"
"Ms. Lawson posted it on Facebook. I saw it on her Facebook."
Quentin raised an eyebrow, "Step forward and show me her Facebook."
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