Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 477

"Whitney, you can't sleep like this, you're soaked through."

I gently touched her head and realized her forehead was burning. How foolish she was, so consumed by love.

Since I'm pregnant too, I couldn't act too hastily. I called for a maid to help clean her up and change the sheets.

By the time the family doctor arrived, Whitney was feverish and delirious.

Her usual pale complexion had turned bright red.

"Who are you?" I asked, staring at the unfamiliar face. It wasn't Dr. Laurence.

He appeared to be in his thirties, with an unremarkable face.

Given my past experiences, I've become wary whenever I see unfamiliar faces.

Carter's voice interrupted my thoughts, "He's Dr. Mervin. Don't worry, he's one of us."

His reassurance eased my worries, and I went on to explain Whitney's condition to him.

"She must have caught a cold from being out in the rain. The fever is quite high."

He took out a thermometer, but I insisted, "I'll do it."

"Alright, I'll check her pulse. It could be more than just a cold."

"Dr. Mervin, are you a holistic doctor at such a young age?"

"Yes, I've learned a little."

People these days are becoming more humble, especially when holistic medicine is becoming more popular, even in a world dominated by modern medicine.

I hurried to get him a chair, and as soon as his fingers met Whitney's pulse, she suddenly grabbed his wrist in her delirium.

Before any of us could respond, she sat up and clung to Dr. Mervin.

I opened my mouth to say something, but he motioned for me to be quiet.

It hit me that Whitney's condition wasn't just a fever, but also a psychological issue. I quickly kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt.

Whitney's fever was raging, and she squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to Dr. Mervin's neck as tears streamed down her face.

"Taylor, I knew you weren't gone," she whispered through sobs.

Seeing her like this, I couldn't help but sigh.

Love can be so painful. She could easily take the medication to move on, yet she chose to endure this suffering instead of letting go of the past.

Dr. Mervin didn't try to move her or intervene, simply allowing her to release her emotions.

"Taylor ... " Whitney mumbled a lot of words under her breath.

"Yes, I'm here."

After those few words, Whitney finally loosened her grip and drifted back into a deep slumber.

I felt a pang of guilt and said, "Dr. Mervin, she's just delirious from the fever."

"I understand," he nodded, "Let me check her pulse."

I anxiously waited for his assessment. Once he pulled his hand away, I couldn't hold back and asked, "How is she?"

He explained, "She has built up stagnant energy from too much sorrow. The cold is merely a symptom. Her emotional pain requires treatment for the heart."

"What should we do now?"

"We need to bring the fever down tonight."

He began preparing the medication and IV fluids for Whitney.

"Mrs. Bolton, the infusion will take at least four hours. It's late, you should get some rest."

Carter added, "Leave Damian here to look after her. You can't stay awake all night, and I'm not in the best position to help either."

"Okay."

Since Carter has faith in Damian and he's here, I felt confident everything would be fine.

Whitney is important, but I also need to protect my child.

I couldn't keep pretending to be strong.

I returned to my room to get dressed and then went downstairs for breakfast.

Alisa walked over with her pregnant belly. "Did something happen last night?"

"Starling suddenly had a fever, so we called a doctor to treat her."

"That explains it. I heard a strange man's voice from the kitchen. He seems quite thoughtful, asking the kitchen staff to prepare food for Ms. Sander."

"Yes, he's quite skilled. Would you like him to examine you later? I've noticed you haven't been looking well these past few days."

"I'm alright. I'm actually heading to the hospital for a check-up soon. By the way, You seem much better lately. Is the morning sickness easing up?"

"Just a little."

"In a few months, you'll understand. Babies are more manageable when they're little. Mine is so energetic, playing around all night—I can barely get any sleep."

I came up with an excuse to brush her off. "It'll get better once the baby is born. I should go check on Starling. Being alone in a foreign country must be tough for her."

"Then you'd better go quickly."

I wiped my mouth and walked away, stealing a glance over my shoulder.

Alisa remained seated at the dining table, exuding an air of elegance and poise that perfectly fit her refined demeanor.

With one hand resting lightly on her belly, she appeared serene and gentle.

Shifting my attention away, I noticed Whitney's door ajar. Dr. Mervin was seated at the desk, focused on jotting down a prescription. Whitney had woken up, her gaze locked onto his back. In a soft, cautious voice, she asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh, that's Dr. Wallace Mervin. You had a fever last night," I explained.

"I see. Thank you," Whitney replied quietly.

She got out of bed, intending to head to the bathroom, but her body betrayed her. Dizzy and weak, she hadn't taken more than a step before collapsing.

"Whitney!" I shouted, panic rising as I rushed toward her. I was still a few metres away when a dark blur moved ahead of me.

Dr. Mervin caught her just in time and gently asked, "Are you alright?"

Whitney lifted her head, her eyes fixated on the man's face with an unwavering gaze.