Chapter 76 Your Wife Cannot Use Fever-Reducing Injections During Pregnancy
Daniel's eyes darkened. "Explain yourself!"
"Just got a call from Mr. William Wilson. Mrs. Scarlett Wilson has a high fever and was taken to the hospital."
Before Tom could finish, Daniel was already striding away.
Tom hurried to follow, while Alice hadn't even reacted before they were already in the elevator.
She rushed after them in a panic but missed the elevator.
She stamped her feet hard in frustration. Fortunately, the waiter she'd found earlier had sent her the photos he'd taken.
Alice looked at the photos, her expression gradually relaxing, and sent them directly to Scarlett.
William had asked Sarah before finding the address where Scarlett was currently staying.
When he arrived and knocked for ages with no response, he asked Sarah for the passcode to get in.
Inside, Scarlett was indeed delirious with fever.
William carried her to the car, wrapped ice packs in a towel, and cooled her down all the way. Scarlett only regained consciousness as they neared the hospital.
When Daniel arrived at the hospital, Scarlett had just been taken to a ward.
Daniel walked quickly to the ward door. Just as he was about to open it, through the window he saw William feeding Scarlett water at her bedside.
William's arm was around Scarlett's shoulder, holding a cup, his movements careful and gentle.
Scarlett leaned trustingly against his arm, tilting her head slightly to drink, obedient and compliant.
It was a double room. An elderly woman named Vida in the other bed was watching with a smile.
"Miss, your husband is so handsome and thoughtful."
Daniel's handsome face turned cold. Unable to watch or listen anymore, he pushed the door open forcefully.
He seemed to bring in a gust of cold wind. Daniel's powerful presence immediately drew everyone's attention in the room.
Scarlett looked at him, her brow furrowing, then coolly looked away.
"Daniel," William greeted him.
Before William could say more, Daniel walked over and took the cup from William's hand.
"I'll take care of her. Thanks for tonight. It's late, you should go."
Seeing Daniel's cold expression, William was somewhat worried and didn't move.
Scarlett was clearly living apart from Daniel, she still had a high fever, and the atmosphere was tense—of course William was concerned.
But Daniel's gaze grew even colder. "Still not leaving?"
"Alright then." William nodded.
But he'd barely moved when Scarlett leaned forward and grabbed the corner of his shirt.
"Daniel's been drinking, he should go home and rest. I'll be done with the IV soon, William can take me home. No need to trouble Daniel."
Scarlett looked at Daniel with a cold expression.
Daniel still smelled of alcohol. Thinking of the photo she'd seen before falling asleep—all those bright lights, wine, and intimate atmosphere—Scarlett felt repulsed and disgusted.
"Scarlett, I'm your husband!" Daniel's expression changed slightly, his gaze fixed on Scarlett's small hand clutching William's shirt.
Daniel remembered how when Scarlett was sick as a child, the well-behaved little girl would become clingy.
She'd relied on him so much, tugging at his shirt just like this, not letting him leave, wanting him to personally care for her and stay with her.
Daniel's gaze seemed like it could turn into a blade and cut through.
Scarlett's face looked terrible, but she didn't let go, saying coldly, "We've already signed divorce papers. We're not really married anymore."
"Scarlett!" Daniel's face turned dark.
William froze, surprised and worried.
"Divorce papers? Daniel, you're divorcing Scarlett?"
Daniel was in no mood to deal with William's questions. He ordered in a low voice, "Tom, see William out."
Tom stepped forward, persuading quietly, "Mr. William Wilson, Mr. Daniel Wilson and Mrs. Scarlett Wilson are just a married couple having a fight. Mrs. Scarlett Wilson is sick, if Mr. Daniel Wilson takes care of her, their relationship will improve. You shouldn't get involved."
William frowned but didn't insist further. He turned to Scarlett: "Scarlett, have a good talk with Daniel."
"Still not letting go?" Daniel's gaze was mocking as he stared at Scarlett.
Scarlett felt a bit embarrassed, but since William had said that, she had to let go.
After William left, Scarlett lay back on the bed.
She turned over, her back to Daniel, even her back radiating rejection.
Daniel's eyes darkened further, and Vida kept curiously watching them, which irritated him even more.
Daniel raised his hand and pulled the curtain between the two beds shut with a swish.
Vida muttered, "Such a bad temper. What's the use of being good-looking? No wonder his wife wants a divorce. Can't compare to that young man just now."
The cold aura around Daniel intensified, but Vida was just a sick old woman—he wouldn't stoop to arguing with her.
Tom came back, and Daniel instructed, "Go arrange a private room."
Before Tom could move, Scarlett propped herself up slightly and refused, "I don't need it. I'm only staying one night, I'll be discharged tomorrow."
It wasn't serious—once the IV brought down her fever, she'd probably be fine tomorrow.
William was careless. When he'd gone to get her test results earlier, Scarlett had told the doctor she was pregnant and to be careful with medication.
But Daniel was perceptive and never easy to fool.
Scarlett worried that if he moved her to another room and got a new doctor, her pregnancy would be exposed and she'd be done for.
"You won't rest well here." Daniel disagreed, glancing at Tom again.
Scarlett got anxious. "Are you worried about my rest, or does Mr. Wilson just find it distasteful? If you can't stand it, Mr. Wilson should leave quickly. I don't need care, I can manage on my own!"
She was getting emotional. Tom looked at Daniel.
"Mr. Wilson?"
"You go out first."
This meant he was giving in to Scarlett and not changing rooms.
Tom thought only Scarlett dared to defy Daniel like this and still get him to compromise so easily.
Daniel clearly cared about Scarlett, so why couldn't the two of them reconcile?
After Tom left, Daniel bent down to feel Scarlett's forehead. Scarlett turned her head away, but Daniel's large hand still landed dominantly on her forehead.
"Burning up like this, and you think you can manage on your own? Always acting tough!"
With his large hand pressed against her, perhaps in her vulnerable state she instinctively craved this bit of tenderness—her heart trembled pathetically.
But then she heard Daniel say, "Sick and don't know to call me. Are you trying to burn yourself stupid so you can depend on me for life?"
She had a fever and didn't contact him, but went to find William instead.
And last time with Jake—such a big deal, and she'd contacted William too, keeping it completely hidden from him.
Irritation rose in Daniel's eyes, his emotions churning.
Scarlett had just been slightly moved, then heard Daniel's cold mockery.
She raised her hand and pushed away his large hand. "If I burn myself stupid, I'd hang myself before I'd burden you."
Daniel scoffed lightly. "Never heard of a stupid person who could hang themselves. You'd be more reliable just depending on me."
Scarlett was speechless, feeling like if the fever didn't kill her, he'd make her die of anger.
Fortunately, the nurse came in to start her IV. As Scarlett cooperated with the infusion, the nurse said, "No fever-reducing injection was added. Family should pay attention to physical cooling, monitor her temperature constantly. If it doesn't come down in an hour, call immediately."
Daniel's eyes narrowed as he looked at the nurse. "Why no fever-reducing injection?"
Of course it was because Scarlett was pregnant—they'd avoid fever-reducing injections if possible.
Scarlett felt uneasy, staring anxiously at the nurse, extremely nervous.
The nurse was looking at Daniel strangely. He was quite handsome—how could he lack such basic knowledge and not know pregnant women can't just be given fever-reducing injections?
"Your wife..."