After bidding farewell to Sam, the hospital room fell into silence once again.
Deanna quickly tidied herself up and returned to Lance's side to keep watch.
The quietness in the air made it easy to feel drowsy.
Combined with Deanna's pregnancy and lack of sleep, she unknowingly drifted off.
However, her sleep was restless, with a furrowed brow as if she had a bad dream.
She didn't know how much time had passed when the sky outside gradually turned white, and a cry broke the tranquility of the room.
"No!"
Deanna woke up from her dream, panic in her eyes.
After a few seconds, she realized that it was just a nightmare.
She let out a sigh of relief and looked at Lance on the bed, only to notice something was wrong.
Lance's forehead was covered in sweat, and his normally pale cheeks were unnaturally flushed.
Deanna reached out and touched his forehead, feeling the warmth in her palm, which startled her.
Without hesitation, she turned and rushed out, shouting, "Doctor, doctor, someone please come!"
Perhaps due to worry, she forgot that there was a special call bell in the room.
Soon enough, the on-duty doctor and nurses hurriedly arrived.
After examining Lance, they immediately began emergency procedures with practiced efficiency.
After about ten minutes, the doctor said to Deanna, "The wound is not infected. It seems to be a stress response from Mr. Mercer's body. We have given him fever-reducing medication, and his temperature will gradually decrease. If Missus is still concerned, we can also use physical cooling methods to speed up the process."
"I understand. Thank you."
Deanna nodded and watched as the doctor and nurses left.
The room fell silent once again.
Deanna looked at the still flushed man on the bed and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water.
She soaked a towel in it and placed it on Lance's forehead, then took another towel to wipe his hands and help him cool down physically.
After nearly an hour, Lance's body temperature finally dropped.
Deanna herself was exhausted and could barely keep her eyes open.
In the end, unable to hold on any longer and disregarding the mess around her, she lay down by the bedside and fell asleep.
At this moment, a ray of morning light shone through the window, casting onto Deanna's body.
The warm sensation made her unconsciously relax her furrowed brow and rub her arm, sinking deeper into sleep.
Little did she know that chaos had erupted outside.
It turned out that a reporter had posted what happened last night at the arena online.
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Underneath the headline was an enlarged photo of Deanna attacking Lance.
In the photo, the fruit knife plunged into Lance's chest was given a close-up shot.
Netizens were astonished when they saw this.
"What's going on?"
"What else could it be? It must be a love-hate relationship in an aristocratic family."
"Come to think of it, this Deanna has caused trouble for Mr. Mercer ever since they got together."
"Now that I think about it, this woman betrayed Mr. Mercer before, and now she publicly kills him. Could it be that she has ulterior motives for being with Mr. Mercer?"
With these discussions, both Mercer Group and Deanna's businesses were thrown into turmoil.
Early in the morning, Logan received a call from his assistant about what was happening online.
His face turned serious as he said, "Have the company's PR department suppress everything and send a legal letter to the newspaper that spread the rumors."
Samantha looked at him with concern as he hung up the phone, asking, "What happened?"
"A newspaper posted what happened last night online. I need to go to the company to handle this. Please ask Gregory and Chloe to take a day off from school under these circumstances."
Logan quickly made arrangements.
Samantha nodded in understanding.
Soon, both of them got up and went downstairs.
The two little ones were surprised to see them there.
"Grandpa, Grandma, when did you come?"
"We came last night."
While Samantha responded, she pondered how to explain what happened yesterday to the two little ones.
They didn't notice her hesitation but looked towards the stairs, wondering, "Strange, why haven't Dad and Mom gotten up yet?"
Hearing this, the elderly Mercer couple's faces stiffened.
"Wife, please tell Gregory and Chloe. I'm going to the company."
To avoid seeing the children cry, Logan left these words behind and hurriedly left the estate.
Seeing this, Samantha stared at his retreating figure and thought to herself that if he had the guts to leave, he shouldn't come back.
Just as she was thinking this, she felt a tug on her clothes. She looked down and met Chloe's dark eyes.
The little girl looked at Samantha with concern and asked, "Grandma, what did Grandpa say?"
Upon hearing this, Gregory also looked curiously at Samantha.
For some reason, they felt that their grandparents were hiding something from them.
Samantha met their gaze and knew that she couldn't keep this matter hidden. She eventually spoke up.