Spoiled by Mr. Russell novel Chapter 1867

“In…the herb hut in the backyard.” Austin pointed toward the backyard and added, "I'll take you there."

Alexander was not in a hurry and asked, "What about the servants?"

"The servants are in their quarters. They've been told not to work until they’ve fully recovered. Everyone has to rest and isn’t allowed to go out." Austin did not know why he had so obediently answered Alexander's questions.

Alexander nodded when he heard this. "Are those your granduncle's orders?"

"Yes," Austin quickly replied. Then confusion hit him. "How do you know?"

Dominic was sick in bed, so one should assume Austin had been handling things around the house. Yet, somehow, Alexander immediately knew these were Dominic's orders.

"You're not that far-sighted," Alexander retorted with a smirk, which shocked Austin almost instantaneously.

He was dissatisfied and about to defend himself when he thought about Alexander's validity. If it had not been for Dominic's orders before he passed out from high fever, Austin would have never thought about telling the servants not to go out.

When Dominic fell ill, none of the servants showed any symptoms. They only showed signs of sickness one after the other within these three days.

At that time, Austin was impressed by his granduncle's foresight. It was as if Dominic knew everything in advance. He did not allow the servants to leave the house or have contact with outsiders. He also advised them to stay within the servants' headquarters.

"You're right," Austin choked out such a sentence after holding back for a long time.

"You seem alright," Alexander said, looking him up and down.

Hearing this, Austin looked at himself and scratched his head. Then a rush of frustration took over, and he tugged his hair. "It's because I’m fine that I hate myself more!"

"Are you the source?" Alexander asked.

Alexander nodded as he listened. He had never encountered this before, either. Not only that, but what happened over the past few days was odd, too.

However, they were just a speck of dust in a world with seven billion people. Who knew what else was out there?

Alexander turned around, pulled out the thermometer, and squinted.

"How is it?" Austin asked with concern.

"38.5," Alexander replied flatly, glancing at Austin.

"He has a fever," Austin said matter-of-factly. However, those four simple words were not as simple as they sounded. At this juncture, he feared the child might also be infected. On top of that, they were still unsure what kind of infectious disease it was, what harm it would cause, and what the consequences were.