Lance had no idea what was happening with the Walsh family father and son. He stayed by Deanna's side the entire time.
Under the bright white lights, Deanna lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, making anyone who saw her feel a pang of heartache. Lance, with a deep gaze, gently brushed aside the stray black strands of hair from her ear. He stayed there all night.
The next day, as dawn broke, Deanna finally woke up from her deep sleep. She stared at the white ceiling above her, feeling a bit dazed. At that moment, a hoarse voice reached her ears.
"You're awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Lance asked as he leaned closer to Deanna with concern.
Deanna snapped back to reality and was startled by his disheveled appearance. "Lance?"
It wasn't surprising that Deanna was shocked; Lance looked quite a mess. His expensive handmade suit was wrinkled like a piece of pickled vegetable, and his usually neat black hair hung loosely over his forehead. Even his usually clean-shaven chin had grown stubble, and his handsome face couldn't hide his exhaustion.
Perhaps out of joy, Lance didn't notice Deanna's reaction. He held her hand excitedly and said, "It's me. How do you feel? Should I call Old Hughes?"
"No need, I'm fine," Deanna shook her head lightly.
Being a doctor herself, she could assess her own condition without an examination. She frowned slightly as she spoke.
Lance noticed and quickly asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"My throat hurts," Deanna said slowly.
Only then did Lance realize that Deanna's voice was hoarse. His worried expression softened as he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Old Hughes mentioned that if you wake up with a sore throat, it's normal because your neck injury affected your throat."
Hearing this, Deanna recalled what happened last night and nodded gently, though her expression remained troubled.
"Where is Leticia?" she asked.
After falling from the second floor last night, her consciousness had become unclear, and she didn't know what happened afterward.
Lance saw her expression and knew what she was thinking. With a serious look in his eyes, he said, "She's still at the Walsh family home. Don't worry; by today at the latest, the Walsh family must give us an explanation."
Deanna nodded, understanding that Lance must have taken some action after she lost consciousness last night. She didn't press further but instead patted the bed beside her with concern. "You stayed up all night watching over me. Get some rest."
"Alright," Lance agreed without hesitation. At that moment, he indeed felt exhausted. After all, his health wasn't great either.
So, the two of them lay down together and took another nap.
Around eight o'clock, Hassan's voice came from outside.
"Mr. Mercer, Miss Jones, are you awake?"
He had been out for social engagements last night and didn't know what had happened. But early this morning, he saw his grandfather having Leticia detained in the living room. After some inquiries, he learned what his cousin had done.
What puzzled him the most was that the Walsh family noticed Deanna and Lance hadn't come downstairs for a long time and asked Hassan to check on them since he had a relatively good relationship with Deanna.
Inside the room, Lance was awakened by the noise.
As soon as he woke up, he noticed that Deanna's body temperature was abnormal and that her previously pale cheeks now had an unusual flush.
Deanna had a fever, and it wasn't mild.
"Deanna, wake up," Lance called out softly as he gently patted her cheeks.
Deanna woke up groggily, feeling unwell. She mumbled, "Don't bother me; let me sleep a little longer."
She turned over and continued to sleep with her back to Lance.
Lance couldn't help but laugh but knew he couldn't delay any longer. He got up immediately, dressed quickly, and left the room.
Outside the door, Hassan was still waiting.
He was stunned to see Lance looking so disheveled.
Then he realized that Deanna's condition might be serious enough to make Lance look so worn out and became worried.
"Mr. Mercer, is Miss Jones's condition not good? Does she need to go to the hospital? I can contact the doctors to wait at the hospital," he asked urgently.
Seeing Hassan's genuine concern, Lance felt annoyed. "Mr. Hassan, don't you think you're too concerned about my girlfriend?"
Hassan was taken aback.
After a few seconds, he regained his composure and explained with pursed lips, "Miss Jones got hurt because of my cousin. Not just me; my grandfather and my uncles are all very concerned about her condition."
But Lance's face showed a sarcastic expression upon hearing this.
"Save your concern. Go back and tell your grandfather that my patience has run out."
With that, Lance ignored Hassan's reaction and instructed the bodyguard nearby, "Go get Old Hughes."