"Yes. You had a high fever last night. It's a good thing we got you here when we did,

or it could have put a strain on your delicate heart."

Bennett reached out and gently stroked Yvonne's head.

Yvonne's face was pale, and she still looked extremely weak.

"I had a fever?" Yvonne frowned. "It must have been from that scene in the water yesterday. Ugh, this body is just so fragile."

"And you have the nerve to say that, after being so careless with your health," Bennett said, putting on a stern face.

Yvonne stuck her tongue out playfully and didn't offer an explanation.

Just then, her assistant pushed open the door to the hospital room and, overhearing their conversation, couldn't help but speak up for Yvonne.

"Yvonne's seriously ill with a persistent high fever, and it's all Mignon's fault. Yvonne had a scene in the water, and Mignon deliberately messed up her lines, making Yvonne stay in the cold water for over half an hour. If Mr. Bennett Thompson hadn't realized she was unconscious, not just asleep, she could have developed myocarditis. That's life-threatening."

"Mignon again?" Bennett's eyebrows shot up coldly when he heard this.

Yvonne's fever had broken, and though she was still weak, she had been lying down

all night and her body felt stiff. She forced herself to sit up in bed.

“That Mignon is definitely a pain. But I pushed her into the water too and let her splash around for a while, so I'd say we're even.”

Bennett reached out and ruffled Yvonne's hair. "You're far too precious to be compared to someone like her. That's not how you calculate whether you're even or not."

“Isn't she the daughter-in-law Mrs. Moore picked out for you? In everyone else's eyes, she's worth much more than I am."

As soon as Yvonne finished speaking, Bennett playfully tapped the tip of her nose with his long finger.

"I watched over you all night, and the moment you wake up, you start with the sarcastic remarks just to annoy me."

"No, I'm not. Thank you for taking care of me all night, Bennett. You must be exhausted." Yvonne took his hand and pressed it against her cheek, her voice soft and coddling.

Bennett was helpless against her charms and simply stroked her head gently.

The assistant brought over some warm, nourishing soup. Bennett sat by the bed and fed Yvonne himself.

Yvonne ate in small bites, but only managed half a bowl.

Her fever had just broken, leaving her weak, and her throat was painfully sore. She had no appetite at all.

Bennett's heart ached for her, and

his expression darkened. After

Yvonne the soup, heel

her some medicine.

Yvonne's head was still fuzzy and heavy, and it wasn't long before she drifted back to sleep.

Once Yvonne was sound asleep, Bennett gave the assistant a few instructions before stepping out of the room.

Outside the room stood the

bodyguards assigned to Bennett by

the Thompson family. Their leader

was a man of medium build so remarkable that he would disappear in a crowd.

But this unassuming man was a former elite special forces operative.

Bennett paused as he stepped out of the room, and the head bodyguard immediately approached him.

Bennett whispered a few instructions in his ear. The bodyguard listened, nodded, and then left.

Watching the bodyguard's retreating figure, Bennett's dark eyes narrowed coldly.

"Since the Powell family has so much time on their hands, I'll give them something to do."

Bennett had to return to the military base that morning, so he had to leave.

As he was

on his

aking past the VIP ward

out, he saw Mignon.

being rushed in on a stretcher with

doctors hurrying to treat her

Nelly followed beside her, a look of panic on her face.