Andrew cast a nce at the bodyguard, who immediately stepped in front of Debra, his voice firm yet respectful. "Ms. Frazier, please wait outside."


    "Okay." Debra nodded, a hint of concern in her eyes as she nced at Andrew.


    Once outside, she turned to the bodyguard and asked, is his asthma very serious?"


    "Asthma?"


    "Yes, wasn''t he having an asthma attack just now?"


    "Mr. Andrew Potter often coughs up blood and sometimes has trouble breathing, but he never has asthma."


    "Not asthma?" Debra paused, recalling Andrew''s hesitance earlier. "If he doesn''t have asthma, what would happen if he took asthma medication?"Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


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    The bodyguard looked at her, not understanding the implications of her question. Debra''s gaze back to Andrew, who was patiently answering the doctor''s questions. Once the doctor finished his examination, Debra stepped back into the room. "Mr. Andrew Potter, if you don''t have asthma, why did you take that medicine?" "Who told you that?"


    Debra''s gaze flickered to the bodyguard, who immediately lowered his head.


    Andrew exined with a faint smile, "I had mild asthma when I was little, but it''s gone now."


    Debra''s brows furrowed. "But you shouldn''t take your medication randomly. What did the doctor say?"


    The bodyguard, finally understanding the gravity of the situation, looked at Andrew with worry. "Sir, your really shouldn''t take medicine carelessly."


    Andrew waved a dismissive hand. "It''s not a big deal. I''ve taken a lot of medicine. Taking one more or one less won''t make a difference." Debra felt a pang of guilt. She shouldn''t have taken any action.


    "Sir, I''ll


    "Sir, I''ll go get the doctor to check again."


    "No need," Andrew said calmly. "Ms. Frazier must be tired. Let her rest. We should leave."


    "Yes, sir," the bodyguard replied, wheeling Andrew towards the door.


    Debra looked at his frail figure, feeling even more guilty. She hoped the wrong medicine would not affect much of Andrew''s health.


    As night fell, a maid delivered dinner to Debra''s room. The dishes were all tailored to Debra''s preferences, a thoughtful gesture that didn''t go unnoticed, Debra asked the maid, "Where is Mr. Andrew Potter?"


    The mald replied, "He should be busy right now. Ms. Frazier, do you need something?"


    "Still working at this hour?"


    "He has a lot of work every day, often working more than twelve hours. But today he has informed everyone that if you want to see him, we should notify him immediately." "Then I won''t disturb his work. I don''t have anything urgent."


    "Alright, Ms. Frazier. If you need anything, just ring the bell.


    "Okay."


    Once the maid was gone, Debra looked at the table full of food, but her mind was preupied with the situation outside. A sense of uncertainty gnawed at her.


    At the police station, Pedro stood with a sore back, his expression weary as he addressed Juan, "Mr. Nichols, we really can''t let you in. It''s against our regtions." Juan, sitting in a chair across from him, threatened, "Mr. Hardy, do you not want to keep your job?"


    Pedro shook his head, his voice firm despite the fear in his eyes. "I really can''t defy the regtions. The authorities have ordered that Ms. Frazier cannot appear right now."