When Jake brought the doctor to the hotel, the door to the study room opened and there was the silhouette of Patrick sitting in the wheelchair.
He glanced down at the prosperous world outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with soft light sprinkled on him, Patrick seemed inexpressibly lonely.
“Wasn’t she alright when I brought her back last night?” Jake raised his eyebrows slightly as he remembered how much trouble the little girl caused last night and thought she was fine.
Patrick neither answered nor moved.
Sighing, Jake turned around to look at the doctor. “Let’s go and check how she is first.”
“Okay, Mr. Nelson.”
Jake turned around and paused before glancing at Patrick. “You’re not going?”
Patrick’s pupils finally flashed, but at an angle that no one could see, and whispered, “She doesn’t want to see me.”
Jake shook his head, smiled bitterly, and left.
Twinkle laid quietly in the bedroom. She woke up about two to three minutes after being furious at Patrick, but she was unable to open her eyes or sit up. In short, the high fever still had an effect on her, making her body weak.
One sneeze after another, she almost finished an entire large box of tissues.
On Twinkle’s forehead was a fever patch bought by Janet Jane.
Trump bought a bunch of cold medicines and placed them on the bedside table. Since there were no blue pills, the remaining ones have not yet been checked by the doctor, and no one dared to give any to her.
Donald copied the security footage and wanted to show it to Twinkle, but he didn’t have the chance.
The doctor used a stethoscope, checked Twinkle’s tonsils, asked about her symptoms, and finally said, “It’s a cold caused by a virus. It’s quite serious. She should get an IV, otherwise her throat would be so sore she won’t even be able to drink water.”
Jake couldn’t make the decision and instead gave Trump a look.
Trump immediately headed to the study room, and soon he came back and said to Jake, “Patrick wants to use the best medicine possible and try to reduce any side effects. He is looking for quick results so we can minimize the discomfort of Miss Simpson.”
“Of course,” the doctor nodded and started preparing the medicine for Twinkle.
Before he came, Jake already told him that it was most likely a cold or a fever, so he brought some commonly used medicines with him.
“Doing a skin test.”
The doctor smiled slightly, holding a small blue needle. “Little girl, bear with me for a bit. It’ll be quick,” he said to Twinkled.
Twinkle’s small face was red from the fever and her eyes were watery.
She shook her head out of resistance. “Just inject the needle directly. I am not allergic to any medicine! Don’t do a skin test! The skin test is more painful than the IV!”
Ever since a young age, Twinkle was most afraid of skin tests.
Janet Jane and Donald both tried to persuade her, but Twinkle refused.
She pulled the quilt to cover her body tightly, so that no one got close to her, leaving only a small head outside to breathe. “Really, I am really not allergic to any medicine!” Twinkle said.
Jake burst into laughter and said, “When I saw you at the bar last night, I thought you were not afraid of anything, otherwise how could a little girl dare to get drunk in such a place in the middle of the night? But now, it seems that you are only so courageous.”
Jake’s voice struck Twinkle. She stared and seemed to have thought for a long time before suddenly realizing, “You are the man from last night?”
“Oh, you remember me. I brought you back.”
Jake’s voice was nice and gentle, and he was several years younger than Patrick. When he saw Twinkle recognized himself, he sat down beside the bed and pulled her quilt away while coaxing, “Well, it’s just a skin test. This is a necessary procedure. You can go home and see your mother only if your cold is cured.”
Go back home?
See mom?
Twinkle suddenly stopped struggling.
Jake smiled softly again, “I’ll help you cover your eyes, don’t look at anything and it will be fine. Patrick only spends two or three days in City H every year, and if you are sick when you go back, your mother will be worried.”
Twinkle looked at Jake with red eyes and a longing expression. “You…can you ask Patrick to let me stay at home after I return to City M? I want to stay in my own home, in the same home as mom and dad.”
Jake froze for a moment, looked at her pitiful little figure, and smiled again. “That’s not much, I promise you! If he disagrees, I will get you out and bring you back to your parents!”
“Thank you!”
“Good girl, now you have to do the skin test.”
“Okay.”
After a while, Twinkle finished a small bowl of white rice porridge and laid down to sleep.
She had a needle in the back of her hand, and Janet Jane sat to her side.
Seeing that everything was fine, Jake went to Patrick’s study.
As soon as the door opened, Jake saw Trump standing next to Patrick, reporting to him.
Jake smiled and said, “This morning’s news – the Musical instrument merchant association newly established north of the river was just gaining momentum when suddenly, two-thirds of small to medium enterprises were acquired by Dream musical instrument factory, leaving only five or six relatively large ones left.”
Patrick did not speak.
“You have a big appetite.” Jake sneered.
“She is mine,” said a faint yet overbearingly possessive voice.
Patrick turned his wheelchair around, facing Jake. “No other men. Not you either!”
Jake wanted to laugh. He had no interest in Twinkle.
First of all, he had no intention of dating.
Second of all, he knew she was his sister-in-law, so how could he develop feelings for her?
He stepped forward, dipped his head, and smirked at Patrick. “You are being jealous for no reason. She refused to cooperate with the doctor. You weren’t there and if I didn’t do anything, are we just going to let her continue to be sick?”
Patrick’s eyes looked at Jake sharply, as if trying to pry.
Jake smiled. “Sister-in-law is asleep, you’re not going to see her?”
Patrick didn’t reply.
“I heard that you’ve been oppressing her. Are you not ashamed?” Jake continued.
Patrick didn’t reply.
“The doctor said that her emotions fluctuated too much, which affected her own immunity and she caught a cold on top of that,” Jake sighed. “Her tongue is white, probably because she was too cold. But you don’t have to worry too much. She should be better by the time you guys go back.”
Remembering that the little girl said she woke up without a quilt in the morning and was cold the entire night last night, Patrick’s face grew sullen.
Jake couldn’t understand their relationship. “Grandpa told me to follow you to City M for a while to gain experience,” Jake said. “I plan on opening a jewelry store in City M first to explore the market. I am not familiar with how people open businesses there, and I don’t have a network. You have to help me.”
“Okay.” Patrick nodded.