?


    "Okay."


    Ben ced a basin of cold water and two towels beside Marion. With practiced efficiency, Marion soaked the towels, wrung them out, and ced one gently on Debra''s forehead. He then carefully adjusted the nket around her.


    "When will the doctor arrive?"


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    "Get a thermometer and some fever reducers. Marion looked at Debra, who was in agony, and added, "And a box of painkillers."


    "I''m on it," Ben acknowledged, swiftly exiting the room.


    Marion tenderly wiped Debra''s face. He couldn''t imagine how much difort she was in, but seeing her like this pained him deeply.


    "Child..." Debra mumbled in her sleep.


    In her dream, she was trapped in that operating room, surrounded by blood. In a white dress, she desperately banged on the door, screaming for help. "Save the child, Juan!"


    Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Juan. His face was dark with anger, his eyes cold and cruel. He reached out and grabbed her by the neck, his voice filled with malice. "You don''t deserve to have my child. You should die." "Child!" Debra jolted awake and felt a stinging pain in her arm.


    She looked around, disoriented, her gazending on the doctor administering an IV.


    "It''s just a fever, nothing serious," said the doctor.


    "Nothing serious?" Marion''s voice was like ice.


    He nced at the doctor, who immediately broke into a nervous sweat. "Ms. Frazier has been overworkingtely and hasn''t rested properly. And today, she was startled and caught a draft. There''s also a bruise on the back of her head. This is indeed quite serious. She needs proper rest.


    Marion nodded with satisfaction. "Go prescribe the medication."


    "Okay," the doctor replied, hastily exiting the room.


    Debra spoke up. "The doctor said it''s not serious. Why did you pressure him like that?"


    "You passed out, which shows it''s a serious issue. I''ll have Randy find a better doctor first thing in the morning.


    "I don''t have any major issues, just a fever," Debra sighed, turning to Ben. "I don''t think my fever is higher than 101.3 degrees, right?"


    Ben nodded, ready to agree, but a stern look from Marion silenced him. Marion turned back to Debra, his expression resolute.


    "No matter what, we can''t ignore a fever. You don''t need to worry about those matters. I''ll let you know as soon as there''s news.


    "..."


    "Once your fever is gone, you can handle things again."


    "Marion..."


    "I believe Ben thinks the same."


    Ben, forced to agree, nodded. "Yes, madam, since you''re ill, you shouldn''t be troubled by those matters. As soon as we have news about Stanley, I''lle straight to you. If Mr. Frazier wakes up, I''ll inform you immediately."


    "See? Two to one. The majority rules, so you need to rest here. You''re not going anywhere," Marion concluded, tucking the nket more securely around her. "I''ll handle everything from here."


    He waited until Debra''s eyes fluttered closed before slowly leaving the room.


    Meanwhile, Juan''s men dumped Stanley inside the dark, decrepit building of an abandoned factory. Stanley was bound and unable to move.