Chapter 466:
Gunter knit his brows. “But isn’t she a math teacher?”
“That’s the surprising part,” Larkin gave a short laugh. “Her first degree was in math, yeah, but she shifted paths and went for a doctorate in art restoration. Her PhD wasn’t from the Royal Academy, though. She’s probably looking to continue over there.”
“No doubt about it. The Royal Academy of Arts is one of the best.” Gunter let out a breath. “Leave her be. We only offered her the post as a favor to Rory. She’s his kid.”
He glanced down at his notes. “As for Miss Owen, I’ve got her contact details. I’ll reach out.”
Rylie had just stepped through the gates of the Morgan estate when Gunter’s message came through. She carried with her a new batch of experimental medication.
The butler caught sight of her and moved fast, like he’d just spotted his last hope.
“Miss Owen, your timing couldn’t be better. Mr. Morgan got back late last night from a sea mission. He came down with a fever not long after. The doctor says it’s a viral infection. The fever’s high and hasn’t gone down. Do you have anything that could help?”
“He’s had neurological problems for a while,” Rylie said. “When a virus hits, high fevers aren’t unusual for him. Just give him the strongest meds we’ve got. The rest, he has to ride out on his own.”
She passed the vial to the butler. “Give this to Brad. It’s a new formula. Should work better than the last one.”
The butler took the bottle but didn’t move right away. Just as she turned to go, he spoke again. “Miss Owen, he hasn’t eaten anything since the fever started last night.”
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Rylie stopped in her tracks. Her brows pulled together. “He’s skipping meals?”
The butler gave a sheepish smile. “Honestly, I think his mood’s been off lately. Might be the reason he’s avoiding food.”
Rylie let out a quiet breath. “If that’s the case, it’s not something I can fix. It’s up to him.”
Was she supposed to whip up some miracle drug that brought back his appetite?
There wasn’t one. Not even close.
“If Mr. Morgan sees your face, maybe he’ll finally eat something.” The butler lowered his eyes and pushed aside his pride. Holding out the medicine, his voice came out low but sincere. “Would you mind taking this to him yourself? And maybe — bring a little food, too? Please.”
To show he meant it, the butler gave a respectful bow.
Rylie couldn’t say no after that. She let out a quiet sigh. “Alright. I’ll go.” A smile spread across his face right away. “The kitchen staff just made some soup. I’ll show you the way.”
Once they got there, he turned to the chef. “Serve up the soup while it’s still warm. Miss Owen’s taking it to Mr. Morgan.”
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