This must be a threat, right?
Did Theo teach him to say that?
He must have. Otherwise, the driver would never have the guts to say such things to me in private.
I frowned unhappily. "I'm not a doctor. If he's seriously ill, then he won't get better even if I go back. Ask him t o go and see a doctor as soon as possible. I’m leaving."
"Miss Wanda." The driver clasped his hands together and said eagerly, "Please go home. Mr. Grant has been sick for two days now and refuses to see a doctor or take his medications. If you don't persuade him, then I fear his body won't be able to take it any longer."
I pursed my lips for a very long time and did not say a word.
At this moment, the car window rolled down, revealing Theo’s pale and bloodless face.
I felt a stifling feeling in my heart and looked at Tyler while saying blandly, "Please inform Carlson and Yvonne that I won't be going there tonight. I'll go over some other day.”
Tyler nodded, looking unkindly at Theo who was sitting in the car.
I went around to the other side of the car and got in.
Theo leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes, frowning. He did seem quite unwell.
I leaned closer to look at his face and noticed that his forehead was covered in beads of sweat. "Fever?"
Theo did not want to answer me at all.
I pursed my lips and looked at the driver. "To the hospital."
It was better to go directly to the hospital than go home and call a doctor.
Many people working overtime were starting to get off work at nine o'clock. There was heavy traffic in the city center and cars could barely move. We had not moved even 650 feet after ten minutes. I was growing impatient, needless to say Theo.
Theo was seen rolling down the car window and opening his eyes to look out the window, his complexion paler than before.
I observed him through the corners of my eyes and noticed that he was clutching his stomach with his right hand.
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