Whatever was said on the other end made Gerard frown slightly.

When the voice on the other end repeated the question, Gerard's tone became firm.

"Don't interfere for now. Report back to me with any updates immediately."

The next morning, during breakfast, Lilah noticed that Sweetie had developed a fever.

She called the school to inform them of her daughter's absence and arranged for the family doctor to visit.

Outside the Harris family residence, Meng Chenzhou heard that Zhan Yuxi was sick and had taken leave. He looked up at her room from a distance before turning to head to school.

In the classroom, Meng Chenzhou's classmate hesitated, then leaned over the desk to whisper, "Meng, why didn't the class president come with you today?"

"She's not feeling well and has taken leave. Did you need something from her?"Meng Chenzhou asked.

"Uh, " the classmate paused, almost revealing too much before quickly covering their mouth. "It's just that the sports day results are out, and we need someone to accept the award."

Meng Chenzhou nodded, saying no more.

Since Zhan Yuxi couldn't make it, the teacher would find someone else, and the classmate knew it too.

She turned back, taking out her phone to report excitedly in a newly created group chat.

"Breaking news! Our beloved class president is sick, and Meng maintains his distance!"

Messages flooded in from the cheerleading squad members, all close to Zhan Yuxi.

After the first class, Fang Jinglin also learned of Zhan Yuxi's illness and leave.

He went to class one to discuss with Meng Chenzhou about visiting her after school.

However, when school let out that afternoon, they went to the Harris family home only to be told that Zhan Yuxi had gone to her grandparents’.

The two exchanged glances, then each headed home.

Days passed, and Zhan Yuxi still hadn't returned to school.

Meng Chenzhou didn't visit again, sticking to his routine between school and home.

On the weekend, Meng Chenzhou had just left the martial arts training room when the butler approached with a phone in hand.

After the call, the butler suggested, “Young master, perhaps you should... "

"Let's wait a bit longer, " Meng Chenzhou interrupted, knowing what the butler intended to say.

The butler fell silent, but after a moment, he cautiously asked, "Young master, are you perhaps worried about Miss Zhan?"