The warm weather wasn't something Severine was fond of. But after her awakening, she found herself far more resilient to heat than to cold.
She had taken a cold bath and had ended up with a low-grade fever.
Alina's earlier remark about her being hot was due to that. After taking her medicine and scolding from Dr. Edmund, who didn't discriminate between her and his other patients, she let out a feverish breath.
"He is... scary," she mumbled.
She slouched on the sofa in her room, covering her legs with a soft blanket.
Then she picked up her notebook, her red-rimmed eyes skimming over the arrangements Samuel had sent for the following day.
Despite the persistent headache throbbing behind her eyes, she forced herself to work.
There was an urgent need to decide which stocks her company would invest in next as its main targets. Without her approval, the funds wouldn't be used, and their value wouldn't rise.
