107 It’s Not Safe Tonight


    Isabe came back to the Wilsons Manor and it waste for dinner.


    Charlie flew to his old friend’s ce to y chess in the afternoon. He was kindly asked to stay and woulde home till tomorrow at the earliest.


    Joseph was busy with his work in the study. William ushered Isabe into the dining hall with a smile, asking the maid to bring out delicious dishes kept for her.


    “You keep dishes for me...”


    Isabe was touched. No one had ever kept dishes for her in her life. Moreover, after a long day, the ones who cared about her were the people she had only known for a few days...


    “We will always keep dishes for you.”


    William brought her a bowl of soup, “The chef personally cooked this soup. Try it.”


    Isabe nodded happily, “Thank you, Chef. Everything you cooked is delicious.”


    The chef immediately bowed proudly, “It is my honor to be recognized by Miss Isabe. I will do my best.”


    .....


    “Something goes wrong with Mr. Joseph!”


    Before Isabe had her soup, a maid suddenly ran down from upstairs in a panic, “Mr. Joseph has passed out!”


    “What?! Call Doctor Morris!”


    William went upstairs first. Isabe was surprised. She threw away her chopsticks and followed him.


    Joseph was as strong as an ox. How could he pass out?!


    Upstairs in the study.


    Joseph propped up his head and looked at people. He struggled to open his eyes and said, “I didn’t pass out. I was sleepy. All of you, go out.”


    William said uneasily, “But you...”


    “I’m very clear about my condition. All of you, get out of here.”


    Joseph was impatient. He supported his chin with one hand and slowly typedputer keyboard with another.


    “Yes, Mr. Joseph”


    William didn’t dare to disobey when he saw Joseph like this. He immediately led people out of the study.


    Isabe stood at the door and tilted her head, “I think Joseph looks awful. It’s better to call Doctor Morris to check up on him.”


    William shook his head and whispered, “No. Mr. Joseph doesn’t like to get a shot or take medicines. I’ll contact Master Wilson. He will persuade Mr. Joseph. We can do nothing about it.”


    William shook his head at Doctor Morris, who hurriedly came upstairs with a medicine cab in his hand. “He hasn’t passed out. Please do what you do as usual. Take first-aid measures first. I’m going to call Master Wilson.”


    “First-aid measures?” Isabe asked curiously, “Could it be that Joseph has some secret disease?”


    “No, he hasn’t. I’m afraid that we can do nothing before he passes out.”


    “What? I’ve never expected that he is afraid to see doctors.”


    “No, Mr. Joseph is just afraid of needles.”


    Isabe was surprised.


    Isabe went downstairs with the others. Seeing that Doctor Morris had started mixing medicines with a nurse beside him. Someone had even brought up an ECG monitor from the basement. She couldn’t help but sigh, “Is this the routine when Joseph gets sick? He refuses to get a shot or take medicine when he is sick. People can do nothing but wait till he passes out, then take first-aid measures.”


    “Yes, it will only be different when Master Wilson is here.”


    Isabe raised her eyebrows and said, “What a strange person he is.”


    William shook his head and sighed, “Mr. Joseph is in excellent health. Perhaps he is tired because he has traveled between Tears of Blue Mirror and Peace City back and forth these days. He is very busy recently. It is so unusual that he didn’t jog this morning.”


    Isabe thought that Joseph might be busy with girls and going to nightclubs.


    Joseph was sick and Isabe could do nothing to help. However, he had defended herst night. So, she should show some gratitude...


    Therefore, Isabe said, “Is there anything I can do? If not, I’ll have my soup first...”


    “That’s it!” Doctor Morris suddenly shouted, “Miss Isabe can help!”


    “What can I do?” Isabe was shocked and felt bad.


    William pped his hands and said, “Indeed! Although Master Wilson isn’t here, we have Miss Isabe! I’m too old and too stupid! Bring us some water and get a thermometer!”


    Isabe was in a panic, “What? What are you doing?”


    “Please persuade Mr. Joseph to take his temperature.”


    Doctor Morris handed a thermometer to Isabe and hustled her up the stairs, “I suspect that Mr. Joseph has a fever.”


    “Okay...”


    Could she say no?


    But why did they look at her seriously?


    Isabe felt strange.


    In just a minute, Isabe, who was about to escape, became a reluctant heroine.


    Isabe encouraged herself. She just helped to take his temperature. It was not a big deal. Joseph would not bite.


    Isabe pulled herself together and knocked on the door.


    Joseph copsed on the table and was feeble. He nced at her and said unhappily, “What are you doing here?”


    “Well...” Isabe put on a brilliant smile, “You don’t look good. How about taking temperature?”


    “Fuck off.”


    Isabe was shocked.


    Isabe maintained her smile and ced a cup in front of Joseph, “Please don’t get angry. I’m just here to take your temperature. Why do you hate it so much?”


    Then, she walked to Joseph like an aunt who was trying to y a trick with a child. “Keep working. I’ll serve you.”


    As speaking so, she lifted Joseph’s cloth.


    Joseph only wore a white casual T-shirt when he was at home. Isabe could only lift his clothes from his waist if she wanted to put the thermometer into his armpit.


    As soon as she lifted his T-shirt, Joseph grabbed her hand and said unfriendly, “Didn’t I tell you to scram?”


    Isabe bumped into Joseph’s arms. Before screaming out, she was suddenly shocked, “You’re so hot!”


    “Leave me alone!”


    “No. You must have a fever. You have to take some medicines and get a shot!”


    “Go away!”


    Joseph pushed Isabe away fiercely and stumbled into the bedroom.


    Isabe was very smart. She didn’t follow Joseph, but immediately went downstairs to inform William and Dr. Morris, “Joseph must have a fever. Although he didn’t allow me to take his temperature, he is so hot!”


    “I thought it was strange. It turned out that he has a fever!”


    William took action quickly, even it was a little strange.


    “Everyone, evacuate from the main building immediately. Tell Gerry to bring people over immediately to hold Mr. Joseph!”


    William arranged tasks in an orderly manner, “Doctor Morris, please go to the basement first. When Gerry brings people over, you can go upstairs to treat Mr. Joseph.”


    “OK!” Doctor Morris took his medicine cab and went away at once.


    Isabe was dumbfounded. William stepped forward and respectfully said, “Miss Isabe, please take some rest in the auxiliary building. I’m afraid you have to sleep there tonight. It’s not safe here.”