NovelEnglishChapter 482
Dylan and Kevan had known each other for over a decade, but this was the first time Oylar had seen
him in such a sorry state.
in Dylan’s memory, Kevan was always calm and composed. No matter what challenges he laced, he
was unshakable.
Naturally, Dylan knew how close Kevan was to his grandfather, allowing him to empathize with Kevan’s
overwhelming emotions.
In the end. Dylan stopped trying to advise Kevan. He could only look on helplessly as Kevan drank
himself into a stupor and blacked out
on the sofa.
As Kevan was tall and well-built, it was impossible for
Dylan to carry him out on his own. Furthermore, he was completely unconscious.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDylan asked the staff to bring in some blankets so that they could spend the night in the private room.
The shock cl Roland’s death was too great, causing Kevan to suddenly develop a high lever in the
middle of the right.
He started speaking incoherently, mumbling his grandfather’s and Larissa’s names with an anguished
expression on his face as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Dylan was worried about Kevan, and he was a Fight sleeper, to begin with,
Awakened by Kevan’s mumbling. Dylan couldn’t help but leal a pang of sadness and helplessness
when he saw Kevan sullering from grief rurn in his sleep.
He was so distraught, and yet Dylan couldn’t do anything to help him.
At this critical juncture. Kevan definitely couldn’t go to the hospital
The cun ning relatives of the Rogers family would be able to guess that he fell sick due to the
aftershock of Roland’s death.
Dylan asked the staff for some paracetamol and a bucket of ice. After giving Kevar the medication, he
used the ice to cool his body down and bring down his body temperature.
It wasn’t until four or five in the morning when Kevan finally fell asleep and stopped mumbling
incoherently.
Dylan sat down, feeling drained. He was already exhausted, but he couldn’t fall asleep no maller what.
He sent a mess
a message to a doctor he knew asking him to come over as soon as p
as possible with some medical supplies.
With Kevan’s condition, he needed heavier medicine to finally put Dylan’s mind at ease.
Kevan’s biological clock was sill working well even though he was completely drunk.
The next morning, he opened his eyes at 8 am sharp,
His throbbing head tell as if it was going to explode and it seemed like there was a line burning in his
chest, making Kevan thirst for water to quench the heat.
Kewan lilted his hand and saw an IV dilp and needle liked securely to the back of his hand with tape.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDylan had not moved an inch from Kevan’s side since last night.
When he saw that Kevan was finally awake, he reminded him, “Don’t move so that you don’t dislodge
the needle accidentally.”
Kevan obediently laid down and asked in a hoa rse voice, “What happened last night?”
Probably due to drinking too much alcohol in such a short Lime, his throat felt parched and dry.
Speaking was uncomfortable and hurt his throat.
“You had a trally bad lever. It was as high as 103 degrees last night. I told you to not drink so much, but
you wouldn’t stent Dylan said. feeling it at ease.
Kavan’s headache worsened when he heard Dylan’s nagging.
“That’s enough.” he interrupted Dylan. “Pour me a glass of water.”
Kevan sat up and leaned against the back of the sofa to drink, however, the cup slipped from his hands
as he was still groggy from the
high fever,
Most of the water spilled on his clothes and on the sofa.
Dylan cursed and grabbed some tissues to dry Revan’s clothes for him, but Kevan stopped him
midway
“I do it myself,” Kevan said calmly.
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