Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417

As soon as the butler left, Franklin returned with her phone from Isabella’s room.

Taking it without looking up. Maggie said. “Thank you.”

Franklin didn’t respond.

Maggie got out of bed, intending to wash up in Isabella’s room.

Sensing her plan, Franklin said, watching her profile, “There’s a toothbrush and cup here, too.”

She paused. Since she was already resting here, washing up here hardly made a difference. After a second, she turned into Franklin’s bathroom.

She was brushing her teeth when Mr. Zane arrived.

When she finished, he took her pulse, asked detailed questions, put her on an IV, and gave Franklin instructions on her aftercare.

After Mr. Zane left, Franklin brought over the congee the butler had delivered.

Maggie hesitated, then accepted it. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

At forty degrees, she felt awful and had no appetite, but she forced herself to eat slowly.

Midway through, she glanced at Franklin, who was seated not far away watching her, and rasped, “Where’s Isabella?”

“Downstairs. She and Grandmother are both worried about you, but children’s immunity is weak, and Grandmother isn’t fully recovered. I didn’t want them catching anything, so I didn’t let them come in.”

“Mm.”

She managed half a bowl before she couldn’t continue.

Seeing how hard it was for her, Franklin didn’t insist. He took the bowl and handed her a tissue. “Rest for now. When the drip finishes, I’ll have Mr. Zane come

up.”

“…Thank you.”

He said nothing.

Exhausted as she was, Maggie still sent Johnny a message explaining her situation. He was alarmed to hear she was running such a high fever and urged her to

rest; work could wait.

Setting down her phone and preparing to sleep, her gaze landed–almost without thinking–on Franklin at his laptop across the room. After a couple of seconds, she dosed her eyes.

When she woke again, more than two hours had passed.

She was drenched in sweat, clothes soaked through. The IV had finished at some point, and Franklin was still there.

Seeing her stir, he shut the computer and came over. “How do you feel?”

“Hol”

Hot and cold all at once. The clammy sweat was unbearable, so she changed into clean clothes in the bathroom.

When she came out, Franklin handed her a thermometer. “I checked twice just now. It dropped a lot the first time, then ticked up a bit the second–Mr. Zane said that’s normal. It’s about time to check again.”

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