Chapter 391 There is a Kind of Cold Called Your Husband Thinks You Are Cold
Sophia frowned: "What happened?"
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Celestia knelt at the White Manor all night last night, got caught in the rain, and seems to have caught the flu."
At the mention of Celestia, a flash of disgust crossed Benjamin's eyes.
He looked down at Sophia, "If you don't want to go, you don't have to. You're not the only doctor in the world."
Even though Preston had called at five in the morning.
But he couldn't bear to wake Sophia up, so he never woke her.
If Celestia's condition was really that serious, the right thing to do would be to go to the hospital, not come looking for his wife.
Did they really think of Sophia as their family doctor?
At least family doctors get paid.
What would his Sophia get out of this?
Sophia nestled in his arms and nodded gently: "It's flu season right now, so it's pretty common. Let's go check on her."
She wasn't concerned about Celestia—she had more important things to do.
Benjamin raised an eyebrow but didn't ask more questions, just said "okay."
He completely respected her decision.
Sophia slowly got out of bed and randomly picked out some clothes from the closet.
When Benjamin saw she was wearing a skirt, he frowned: "Wear more layers, it's getting cold outside."
"I'm already wearing a lot!" Sophia looked down at her outfit.
A knit sweater with a white camisole underneath, and a pleated long skirt below.
She even had a light trench coat over everything.
How was that not enough?
Benjamin's gaze fixed on her slender ankles showing beneath the skirt, and he frowned disapprovingly.
Sophia noticed his look and couldn't help but laugh.
"Mr. White, don't you know there's something in this world called tights?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Benjamin's face—he really didn't know about such things.
Sophia lifted her skirt hem slightly, revealing her fair, slender ankle.
Then, with her delicate fingertips, she pinched and tugged at the tights that were almost the same color as her skin.
Benjamin stared intently, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
But this wasn't really his fault.
The White family's business was all in real estate and finance—they barely touched e-commerce.
Before meeting Sophia, he had no women around him, so he knew nothing about these things.
Now, meeting Sophia's teasing gaze, he couldn't help feeling a bit embarrassed.
Sophia held onto his arm, laughing non-stop.
Just imagining Benjamin asking her what tights were with that serious face made her unable to stop laughing.
After she'd laughed enough, Sophia said softly: "Don't worry, Mr. White, I won't let myself get cold."
Because of the poisoning, Sophia had always been sensitive to cold since childhood.
When the poison flared up, her whole body would turn ice cold, as if she were in an ice cellar.
So she was really afraid of the cold.
She would never sacrifice her health for the sake of looking pretty.
Benjamin helplessly put his arm around her shoulders, still subconsciously feeling she wasn't wearing enough.
He wanted to warm her with his own body heat.
Sophia looked helpless.
This was probably what they meant by "there's a kind of cold that's your husband thinking you're cold."
Though it was a bit childish, Sophia only felt her heart warming up.
Being cared for felt really good.
Once they got in the car, Sophia had Chase turn on the heater before slowly letting go of him.
Soon, the car arrived at the hospital.
They heard Celestia's condition was serious—the flu had triggered pneumonia, a condition that came on very aggressively.
In severe cases, it could even be fatal.
On the way, Chase explained what had happened.
Yesterday Preston had kicked Celestia out, planning to send her abroad.
When Celestia heard this news, she ran out crying.
In the middle of the night, Celestia suddenly returned to the White Manor and knelt down in the courtyard, begging Preston not to send her away.
Not long after Celestia started kneeling, it began to rain outside.
Preston originally didn't want to deal with her—after all, this wasn't the first time she'd begged him, and certainly wouldn't be the last.
So Preston decided to let her be, thinking she'd leave once she got tired of kneeling.
But who could have imagined that Celestia would persist in the rain for several hours.
It wasn't until five in the morning that she finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed in the rain.
Preston was old and didn't have the energy—he'd already gone to bed.
It was Finn who first sensed something was wrong and came out to check, only to discover Celestia had passed out.
At this moment, Preston was pacing back and forth outside the hospital room with his cane: "Celestia won't be in danger, will she? I thought she wouldn't last long, but I didn't expect..."
Given Celestia's previous personality, forget four hours—she couldn't even last half an hour.
Arabella stormed up to the old man and demanded loudly: "Dad, are you satisfied now? Celestia is my only daughter. If you won't care for her, I will!"
"Mrs. Arabella White, what are you saying? The old master is more worried about the young miss than anyone!" Finn retorted disapprovingly.
Preston let out a deep sigh, waved his hand, and said to Arabella: "This matter is indeed my fault. I apologize to you, and to Celestia."
Arabella was startled by his sudden apology.
She'd been married into the White family for nearly thirty years, and though Preston never said it out loud, he'd always looked down on her.
She never imagined Preston would take the initiative to apologize to her.
She waved her hands awkwardly: "You... you don't need to do this..."
Preston shook his head with a stern expression: "I'm not finished. She's my only granddaughter. If she were obedient and sensible, how could I possibly not like her?"
"But that's not what you've shown. You treat Sophia, an outsider, much better than you treat Celestia."
With Lachlan not around to stop her, she spoke more and more harshly.
Without any restraint.
Preston sneered: "You'll get everything you're supposed to get, not a penny less. Just stop with those little schemes behind the scenes."
He understood Arabella—she was just too greedy, thinking the entire White family owed Lachlan's family something.
Arabella took things from the White Manor without hesitation, but only gave Preston the cheapest gifts.
The gifts Arabella gave were still piled up in the warehouse—he couldn't even bring himself to take them out.
He was afraid of being laughed at by his old friends in high society circles.
This time, Celestia kneeling in the White Manor courtyard begging for his forgiveness was probably her idea.
Just then, the emergency room door suddenly opened and the doctor came out.
"The patient's condition is quite serious. The situation is a bit tricky."
"This... Doctor, she just got caught in some rain, right? Can't she just take some medicine and get an IV?"
Arabella rushed up to the doctor, her eyes full of panic.
The doctor explained: "She has acute flu, the situation is very serious, and it's contagious. She's already showing signs of pneumonia."
Arabella's legs went weak, her vision darkened, and she nearly fell to the ground.
Pneumonia? How could this happen?
In her panic, she suddenly turned to look at Sophia.
"Sophia, aren't you Robert's student? You can definitely save Celestia, right?"
In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to Sophia.