Chapter 454
Even at death’s door, he would not let go. She could die in his arms, but he wouldn't let go.
Oliver repeated his words tirelessly. He wasn't gentle by nature. Having never received the warmth and comfort he should have had as a child; he didn't know how to console others.
Natalie made him feel completely at a loss. Gradually, she went from shaking with fear to being calm. It was a while longer before Oliver dared to turn his head to look at Natalie.
She was asleep.
He didn't know if it was the nerves escaping after extreme fear or exhaustion from crying.
Natalie's hair was wet with tears, and was in disarray across her cheeks, with tears still leaking from the corners of her eyes.
"Baby, I'm sorry." Oliver's voice trembled as he leaned down to kiss away her tears with the gentlest touch as if he was holding something precious and fragile in his hands, careful not to use any force that might wake her.
All he could repeat were the words "I am sorry," the three words that she had taught him. Oliver had spent almost the entire night without sleep, watching over Natalie's sleeping face until the break of dawn.
Natalie had a restless night, that even the slightest intimate gesture from him would make her struggle in her dreams until she finally calmed down later in the night.
It was seven or eight o'clock in the morning, but Natalie was still asleep.
"Baby, do you want to sleep in today? Natalie?" There was no response from her. Oliver gently patted her cheek and felt a burning heat under his hand.
A jolt shot through his heart, and his voice suddenly rose, "Natalie! Wake up!"
Her forehead was burning hot; she had a fever. It seemed that it wasn't her calmness earlier, but the onset of a fever.
"Natalie, please don't scare me! Wake up!"
Oliver quickly changed his clothes and dressed Natalie in a decent outfit. He was ready to carry her out, but her leg injury meant she could only be moved slowly in a wheelchair.
"Uncle Liam, get the car ready!" Oliver called out loudly as he pushed her downstairs.
"What’s wrong with the Lady?" Liam asked anxiously, "Should I call the family doctor?"
"Go straight to the hospital." A simple wound or a general checkup could be managed by a family doctor, but Natalie was suffering from a high fever, and it was unclear what the situation was. Only the facilities at the hospital were capable of thoroughly assessing her condition.
"Natalie, wake up." On the way to the hospital, Oliver held Natalie's hand, calling her name non-stop.
But there was no response. Oliver felt as if his heart had sunk to the depths, twisted in a knot, leaving him breathless.
He watched Natalie, and wouldn’t dare to even blink, fearing that the moment he reopens his eyes, she would disappear.
Rosy, whom Oliver had contacted in advance, had prepared a VIP room for Natalie. Upon arrival, she was immediately admitted to the hospital.
After the diagnosis confirmed it was just a fever, Rosy prescribed an IV drip and called a nurse to help with topical means to reduce the fever.
"I'll do it," Oliver said as he took the alcohol swabs and forceps from the nurse, urging her to leave.
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