Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 477

"Whitney, you can't sleep like this, you're soaked through."

I gently touched her head and realized her forehead was burning. How foolish she was, so consumed by love.

Since I'm pregnant too, I couldn't act too hastily. I called for a maid to help clean her up and change the sheets.

By the time the family doctor arrived, Whitney was feverish and delirious.

Her usual pale complexion had turned bright red.

"Who are you?" I asked, staring at the unfamiliar face. It wasn't Dr. Laurence.

He appeared to be in his thirties, with an unremarkable face.

Given my past experiences, I've become wary whenever I see unfamiliar faces.

Carter's voice interrupted my thoughts, "He's Dr. Mervin. Don't worry, he's one of us."

His reassurance eased my worries, and I went on to explain Whitney's condition to him.

"She must have caught a cold from being out in the rain. The fever is quite high."

He took out a thermometer, but I insisted, "I'll do it."

"Alright, I'll check her pulse. It could be more than just a cold."

"Dr. Mervin, are you a holistic doctor at such a young age?"

"Yes, I've learned a little."

People these days are becoming more humble, especially when holistic medicine is becoming more popular, even in a world dominated by modern medicine.

I hurried to get him a chair, and as soon as his fingers met Whitney's pulse, she suddenly grabbed his wrist in her delirium.

Before any of us could respond, she sat up and clung to Dr. Mervin.

I opened my mouth to say something, but he motioned for me to be quiet.

It hit me that Whitney's condition wasn't just a fever, but also a psychological issue. I quickly kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt.

Whitney's fever was raging, and she squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to Dr. Mervin's neck as tears streamed down her face.

"Taylor, I knew you weren't gone," she whispered through sobs.

Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but sigh.

Love can be so painful. She could easily take the medication to move on, yet she chose to endure this suffering instead of letting go of the past.

Dr. Mervin didn't try to move her or intervene, simply allowing her to release her emotions.

"Taylor ... " Whitney mumbled a lot of words under her breath.

"Yes, I'm here."

After those few words, Whitney finally loosened her grip and drifted back into a deep slumber.

I felt a pang of guilt and said, "Dr. Mervin, she's just delirious from the fever."

"I understand," he nodded, "Let me check her pulse."

I anxiously waited for his assessment. Once he pulled his hand away, I couldn't hold back and asked, "How is she?"

He explained, "She has built up stagnant energy from too much sorrow. The cold is merely a symptom. Her emotional pain requires treatment for the heart."

"What should we do now?"

"We need to bring the fever down tonight."

He began preparing the medication and IV fluids for Whitney.

"Mrs. Bolton, the infusion will take at least four hours. It's late, you should get some rest."

Carter added, "Leave Damian here to look after her. You can't stay awake all night, and I'm not in the best position to help either."

"Okay."

Since Carter has faith in Damian and he's here, I felt confident everything would be fine.

Whitney is important, but I also need to protect my child.

I couldn't keep pretending to be strong.