Chapter 315 Forced to Rest for Two Days
Delilah was just about to say sorry for something.
Then she heard Timothy cough, and Timothy walked straight away.
She didn't even have time to speak.
Joe, out of respect for Sarah, spoke to Delilah in a relatively gentle tone, "Ms. McCoy, although I don't know what you want to apologize to the BOSS for, he has something to deal with right now. Really sorry."
Delilah smiled bitterly and nodded, "I just wanted to apologize for the previous misunderstanding. I didn't mean to disturb the boss. Really sorry."
Joe smiled and quickly caught up with Timothy.
Delilah turned around and watched Timothy and the others get into the car. She waited until the car drove away before turning around dejectedly and walking into the hospital.
Timothy got in the car and directly ordered to go to the castle.
Joe reminded him with concern, "BOSS, do you want to take some cold medicine first?"
Timothy said lazily and indifferently, "Not for now."
The car drove to the auxiliary building of the castle, and Timothy got out and walked into the building.
The auxiliary building was fully equipped with medical facilities, just like a complete small hospital, with various laboratories inside.
Eldridge Bynum was standing in the hall waiting for Timothy. When Eldridge saw Timothy walk in, he frowned slightly, "Take your temperature first."
Timothy smiled and went to take his temperature himself.
Eldridge looked at the measurement results with a stern face, "Congratulations, you have a high fever. Go get an X-ray first."
Joe frowned when he saw Timothy coming to the auxiliary building for examination. He seemed to have failed in his duty.
Timothy nodded and went to the X-ray room.
The auxiliary building also had an entire medical team managed by Eldridge, and the entire team had signed confidentiality agreements.
After Timothy finished the X-ray and had his blood drawn,
Eldridge looked at the X-ray results and glared at Timothy angrily, his face dark, "Your sudden fever isn't from a simple cold. It's your body's immune system protesting. Didn't I tell you to rest well and not do any intense strenuous exercise? What have you been doing these past few days?"
Timothy smiled faintly, his tone casual, "Sorry, I've been boxing for three days."
Hearing this, Eldridge almost died of anger, "Do you want to die? I worked so hard to save your life."
Timothy nodded and smiled, "Mr. Bynum, I promise there won't be a next time."
Hearing Timothy's words, Eldridge rolled his eyes, his tone becoming even more stern, "There better not be a next time. We barely managed to save you after that explosion back then. Have you forgotten?"
Timothy nodded, his expression serious, "I understand."
Seeing Timothy being so obedient, Eldridge couldn't scold him anymore and could only make Timothy take the fever medicine first.
When Timothy left the auxiliary building, he was carrying two bags of medicine.
After getting in the car, Timothy cleverly switched Eldridge's prescribed medicine with the medicine from General Hospital.
He didn't want Elizabeth to find out what medicine he was taking.
At noon, Elizabeth decided to go home to check on Timothy.
She returned home and walked into the bedroom with light steps.
Timothy heard the door open, opened his eyes, and turned his head. Elizabeth had already walked to the bedside.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Why did you come back?"
Elizabeth picked up the ear thermometer from the nightstand and took Timothy's temperature, "I was worried, so I came back to check on you."
Timothy smiled, "It's just a common cold and fever. I've already taken fever medicine."
Elizabeth saw the ear thermometer showing he still had a low fever. She frowned, "You should keep resting."
She decided not to go to the company in the afternoon.
Elizabeth walked out of the bedroom, took out her phone, and notified Robbie first, "Robbie, I'm not going to the company this afternoon. If there's anything urgent, you can call me. If it's not too urgent, we'll talk tomorrow."
Robbie said, "Okay."
Elizabeth hung up the phone and went back to the room to change into home clothes.
After changing, she went downstairs to prepare lunch.
She cooked light and nutritious porridge and several vegetable dishes.
After cooking, she first scooped out a bowl of porridge and used a fan to cool down the hot porridge before taking it to the bedroom.
This time when she entered the bedroom, Timothy hadn't woken up.
Timothy lying in bed looked a bit pale, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was very uncomfortable.
This was the first time Elizabeth had seen Timothy look so vulnerable.
She gently placed the porridge on the nightstand, then sat by the bed and reached out to touch his forehead. His forehead still felt a bit hot.
She couldn't bear to wake him up, so she just sat there quietly and waited.
She waited for an hour before waking Timothy up.
Timothy opened his eyes. When he first woke up, his eyes looked a bit confused, but he quickly saw Elizabeth sitting beside him.
A gentle smile appeared on his face.
"Mr. Robinson, I made you some porridge. Eat a little first."
"Okay."
Timothy nodded and propped himself up to sit.
Elizabeth quickly supported him and let him lean against the headboard.
She picked up the bowl of porridge and directly fed Timothy with a spoon.
Timothy lowered his head and took a bite. He joked, "Elizabeth, why have you suddenly become so caring?"
Elizabeth looked up at Timothy and suddenly asked, "Are you really just having a common cold and fever?"
Timothy's mental state didn't look like just a common cold and fever.
Timothy's voice was hoarse, but his tone was full of reassurance, "Elizabeth, I'm really fine. You don't need to worry. I'm really not lying to you."
He swore again with a serious face, "If I'm lying to you, my cock will get shorter."
Elizabeth fell silent.
If he could still joke like this at a time like this, he must be okay.
Elizabeth continued feeding Timothy. After he finished eating, she took the empty bowl downstairs to have lunch.
After Elizabeth left the bedroom, Timothy lowered his eyes and sighed inwardly. Elizabeth was too sensitive; he was almost discovered.
Elizabeth went downstairs to eat lunch and wash the dishes. She walked out of the kitchen, picked up her phone, and called Joe.
Seeing it was Elizabeth calling, Joe quickly answered.
Elizabeth's gentle but threatening voice came through the phone, "Joe, has Mr. Robinson had a health checkup this year?"
Joe bit the bullet and lied, "Yes, everything is normal so far."
Elizabeth asked again, "Is there a checkup report?"
Joe replied seriously, "No report. The BOSS has a dedicated medical team."
Elizabeth responded with a half-believing sound and didn't continue asking.
Joe looked at the disconnected call and immediately told Timothy about Elizabeth suspecting Timothy's condition.
Timothy saw the message Joe sent and smiled.
For the next two days, Elizabeth brought all her work home to handle.
She forcibly watched over Timothy for two days until she was sure his fever had gone down before she felt relieved.
Timothy was helplessly forced to rest for two days.
On the evening of the second day, Timothy finally couldn't help but suggest, "Elizabeth, let's go out for a walk, take a stroll, and stretch our legs."
Elizabeth thought about it and nodded, "Okay."
She moved the laptop off her lap.
The two changed clothes and walked out the door.
Elizabeth held Timothy's arm as they walked slowly along the pedestrian path.
They just didn't expect to run into Freya and Juniper while out for a walk.
Juniper and Herschel's marital home was also nearby. When they saw Elizabeth and Timothy actually walking together, they were also surprised.
Especially Juniper, who was even more surprised.
Had Elizabeth and Timothy gotten back together?
Freya greeted Elizabeth with a smile, "Elizabeth."
Although Elizabeth saw Freya, she pretended not to see her and still held Timothy's arm, walking past Freya without looking sideways.
Elizabeth's completely dismissive attitude made Freya feel terrible.
Juniper quickly supported Freya and comforted her, "Freya, don't be angry. Take a deep breath, don't be angry."
Freya's eyes looked a bit dim. She suddenly felt that all her efforts during this time had been in vain.
During this time, Freya had been sending food every day to care for Elizabeth, but she couldn't see any results.
Now they met on the road, and Elizabeth didn't even nod to greet her. This made Freya feel very uncomfortable.
Freya sighed helplessly, a flash of disappointment in her eyes.
Seeing this, Juniper said gently, "Freya, don't be too sad. Take it slow. One day Elizabeth will understand your feelings."
Freya smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I hope so."
Actually, Freya suddenly had a moment where she didn't want to try to restore any mother-daughter relationship. The current situation between her and Elizabeth was quite good.
Maeve had already returned to Majestic City yesterday.
Now there was no one nagging in Freya's ear telling her to ease the mother-daughter relationship with Elizabeth.
Seeing Freya becoming more and more disappointed with Elizabeth, Juniper smiled secretly.
Everything in the Nightingale family would eventually belong to her husband Herschel.