Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit novel Chapter 49

Mable hurried back to the villa, worried and angry.

‘Is Blair stupid or what? He just got out of an operation, yet he asked to be discharged. Does he think this is a game?!’

As soon as Mable arrived at the villa, she got out before the car stopped completely.

“Mabes, you’re back!” Tracey had been waiting at the door after their call.

“How’s Blair? Is the doctor not here yet?”

Mable asked while running upstairs.

Tracey did not dare to look at her. She pretended to be serious as she answered, “The doctor isn’t here yet. I called him to hurry up, but he said there’s traffic on the way.”

Mable rushed into the bedroom to find Blair passed out on the bed with a red face. Solomon stood by the bed with a stiff face.

She walked over to the bedside and touched Blair’s forehead. It was very hot indeed.

“Blair? Blair?”

Mable called him twice, but there was no response.

“There’s a medical kit downstairs. Go get it!”

“I’ll go!”

Solomon ran downstairs and quickly returned with the medical kit.

Mable took Blair’s temperature. It was 101.6 Fahrenheit.

There were Paracetamols in the medical kit, so she fed him two of them and used alcohol to cool him down.

He still had a wound on his shoulder. If the fever did not go down soon, the wound would get infected. At that time, his condition would worsen.

“Wasn’t he fine when I left the hospital? How did he get a fever?” Mable asked while cooling Blair down.

Solomon and Tracey looked at each other.

“...Perhaps Master Blair is weak at the moment.”

If Mable knew Blair took a cold bath as soon as he was discharged to get a fever, who knew what she would think?

Mable frowned. “He just finished surgery and needs to be monitored and treated in the hospital for at least three days. How could you let him do whatever he wants?”

Tracey looked aggrieved. “Mabes, we persuaded him, but he didn’t listen.”

Mable sighed. It was true. When Blair decided something, no one could convince him otherwise.

“Go and rest. I’ll look after him tonight.”

Tracey looked at her with guilt.

Hugh looked at him askance. “What if he’s faking it?”

Solomon quieted down.

‘Bro, that’s the truth.’

“No way. My brother isn’t such a person!” Tracey lied without blinking.

Hugh did not say anything and still stood in the corridor.

Tracey could not do anything about him.

‘Stand here if you want to. As long as you don’t go in to disturb them.’

…

After a busy night, Blair’s temperature finally returned to normal at 3:00 am.

Mable sighed a breath of relief and checked the wound on his shoulder once more.

Luckily, the wound did not show any signs of infection or inflammation.

As Mable helped him button up his pajamas, she inadvertently noticed the faint scar on his chest that looked like the letter L.

‘Eh?’