In the early morning, the world outside the window was clad in silver, and the chill was gradually deepening.
Before eight o'clock, Lucy Ansley draped a small blanket over herself, looking sluggish as she walked out of the bedroom.
The aftermath of soaking in a hot spring on a snowy day, she caught a cold.
Lucy Ansley nestled into the sofa, her spirit weary and her head drooping, soon falling back asleep in a daze.
As Skye Jade arrived with a bucket and mop pretending to clean, she saw Lucy Ansley's delicate face flushed red, and her mouth muttering incessantly in her sleep.
The empathetic Anna continued pawing at her sleep pants with her forelegs, whimpering endlessly.
Skye Jade dropped the bucket and ran over, feeling her forehead while calling Henry Ronan, "Boss, Boss, come back quickly, the madam has a fever."
The thermometer showed, Lucy Ansley had a fever of 38.8 degrees.
About seven or eight minutes later, Henry Ronan returned to the mansion.
