Chapter 587

The midday sun streamed through the sheer curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled light and shadows on the floor.

Zoey slowly opened her eyes, feeling the salty sea breeze unique to Marigoldia gently brush against her cheeks.

She blinked, adjusting to the indoor light. Her forehead was no longer as hot as it had been in the morning, but her body still felt weak and limp.

"Hey, you're awake?" A deep, gentle male voice came from beside her.

Zoey turned her head to see Henry sitting on the small sofa by the bed, a laptop on his knees, clearly working while keeping an eye on her.

Seeing Zoey awake, he immediately closed the laptop and set it aside, leaning forward to gently touch her forehead with his long fingers.

"Your fever's gone down a bit." Henry's brows relaxed slightly, but the worry in his eyes hadn't completely disappeared. "How are you feeling? Still uncomfortable?"

Zoey shook her head slightly, trying to sit up. Henry immediately reached out to support her back, helping her adjust the pillows.

His movements were gentle and practiced, as if he had done this a thousand times before.

"I'm much better." Zoey's voice was a bit hoarse as she looked around. "What time is it? Where are Gabriel and Travis?"

"It's twelve-thirty." Henry glanced at his watch. "Gabriel and Travis are in the living room with Claire. They came to see you this morning but left quietly when they saw you were asleep."

Hearing about Gabriel and Travis, Zoey's tense shoulders relaxed a bit.

As a mother, even when sick, her thoughts were always with her three-year-old twins.

Henry seemed to read Zoey's mind and chuckled softly. "Don't worry, they're being very good. Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything since your morning injection."

Zoey shook her head. "I'm not hungry, just a bit thirsty."

Henry immediately got up, poured a glass of water, and carefully handed it to her.

Zoey sipped the water, feeling the soothing sensation as it eased her dry throat.

"I'll have some porridge sent up," Henry said, picking up the room phone. "You should eat something."

Within ten minutes, a resort staff member gently knocked on the door, bringing in seafood porridge and a few light side dishes.

Henry took the tray and placed it on the small table by the bed, the aroma quickly filling the room.

"Here, let me feed you." Henry scooped a spoonful of porridge and blew on it gently.

Zoey couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not Gabriel or Travis. I can eat by myself."

She reached out to take the bowl, but Henry dodged her hand.

"Patients have special privileges," he insisted, his eyes filled with a gentle determination.

They held a silent standoff for a few seconds before Zoey relented, allowing Henry to feed her a few spoonfuls.

The porridge, made with fresh local seafood, was delicious yet light, perfect for someone recovering from an illness.

But after half a bowl, Zoey really couldn't eat any more and gently pushed Henry's hand away.

"I really can't eat any more," she pleaded.

Henry sighed, not pressing her further, and set the remaining porridge aside. "You can eat more later if you get hungry."

He leaned down and kissed Zoey's forehead lightly. "I'll go tell the kids you're awake. They've been worried about you."

As soon as Henry left the bedroom, Zoey heard Gabriel and Travis's excited voices from outside. "Daddy! Is Mommy awake?"

Their innocent voices warmed Henry's heart.

Soon, Claire walked in, holding each child's hand.

Gabriel and Travis, dressed in matching blue T-shirts and beach shorts, had sun-kissed faces full of anticipation.

Seeing their mom sitting up in bed, they immediately broke free from Claire's hands and ran to the bedside.

"Mommy!"

"Is Mommy not sick anymore?"

Gabriel and Travis asked eagerly, their little hands gripping the edge of the bed, standing on tiptoes to get a better look.

Zoey smiled and reached out to touch their soft hair.

"Mommy's much better," she said gently.

Gabriel suddenly reached out his small hand to feel Zoey's forehead, then turned to his brother. "Not hot anymore! Daddy said hot means a fever."

Travis mimicked Gabriel, touching Zoey's forehead, then nodded seriously. "Not hot! Mommy, can you play in the sand with us tomorrow?"

"Your mom should rest for a couple more days," Joseph said, standing in the doorway with a medical kit.

He walked in and nodded at Zoey. "But you do look better. Let me check you over."

As the best medical professor in Stellaria, Joseph's care was reassuring.

He professionally took Zoey's temperature and checked her throat.

"The fever's definitely down, but you're still a bit weak. It's best to rest in the room for the next couple of days, avoid direct sunlight, and strenuous activities."

Gabriel and Travis immediately chimed in. "Mommy will rest! We won't play in the sand!"

"Yeah! Mommy sleeps, we play with Daddy!"

Their thoughtfulness brought tears to Zoey's eyes.

She pulled Gabriel and Travis close, kissing each of their foreheads. "Thank you, my loves. When Mommy's better, we'll build the biggest sandcastle ever."

"Claire, Joseph, you should go rest," Zoey said, looking up at the couple standing nearby. "Thank you for helping this morning. Gabriel and Travis can stay with the nanny. You deserve some time for yourselves."

Claire shook her head. "It was no trouble. Gabriel and Travis were very well-behaved."

She looked at Joseph. "We'll head back now. Call us if you need anything."

Joseph added, "I'll check on you again tonight. Drink plenty of water and take your medicine on time."

After seeing Claire and Joseph off, Henry had the nanny take Gabriel and Travis to lunch, then returned to Zoey's side.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently holding Zoey's hand. "Do you want to sleep a bit more?"

Zoey shook her head and instead asked, "Any news from Finnegan?"

Henry's expression grew complicated. "Finnegan? He's still at the resort, it seems he hasn't given up on getting close to Claire." He paused. "Mabel just got back from the hospital. Her brother Upton's condition seems stable."

Zoey sighed. "I hope they don't cause any more trouble. This vacation was supposed to be enjoyable."

Meanwhile, in another villa at the resort, the atmosphere was entirely different.

When Mabel opened the door, Jett was lying on the couch watching TV. Without looking up, he called out, "Mom, I'm hungry! Get the staff to bring some lobster!"

"Bossing me around as soon as I get back."

Mabel tiredly set down her bag but still picked up the phone to order food.

She glanced at Finnegan, who was sitting on the balcony, smoking with a sullen expression. Clearly, he was in a bad mood.