Chapter 19

Florrie's restlessness persisted through the night at the Morningstar villa. No matter how many times she shifted positions in her bed,sleep eluded her.

Throughout the night, Jasper remained by her side,even attempting to sing her lullabies, but to no avail.Florrie's thoughts were fixated on Evelina.

"Uncle," she said, "Why don't you marry Evelina? That way,she can always be with me."

Jasper remained silent.

"Why won't you respond?" Florrie continued. "Are you worried you can't win her heart? But Uncle, you're the most sought-after bachelor in lreah! It would be shameful for our family if you couldn't. Admit it, she's very beautiful, isn't she?"

And it just kept going. It wasn't until well after midnight that Jasper finally got the little chatterbox to drift off.

However, only a few hours later, she was awake again,persistently pleading for Jasper to bring her to Evelina. Ultimately,Jasper couldn't resist her relentless desire.Once Florrie had eaten her breakfast, he gathered several boxes of pastries and, accompanied by lan,set off to visit Evelina.

lan, who had been researching Evelina's background through the night, was increasingly concerned by what he discovered.

"Sir," lan said with a serious tone, presenting the accumulated data. "She's far from ordinary.We might only be seeing the surface of who she really is."

Indeed, the scant information they had was sufficient to prove that Evelina Marsh was none other than the famed Sight Weaver.

Thus,Jasper approached with a genuine willingness to do whatever necessary to persuade her to treat Florrie,whatever it took to regain his niece's vision.

"Sir..." lan paused, his curiosity getting the better of him. "If Ms. Marsh were open to the idea of marrying you...would you consider it?"

Jasper's look in response was cold enough to silence any further inquiries. Ian quickly held his peace.

Arriving at Evelina's hotel suite, they pressed the doorbell and waited. The door eventually opened to reveal- "You stupid jerk! Can't you take a hint?!" Evelina exclaimed, poised to slam the door shut.

lan hastily wedged his foot in the doorway. "Ms. Marsh,please, look at who's here."

Never before had his boss personally delivered pastries to a woman. Surely, she could afford thema moment of grace?

Evelina, plagued by an intense headache,peered at the vague outlines of the two men. "Two of you now?Is my vision doubling?"

Ignoring them, she turned to return to bed, leaving the door open.

But she didn't get far. Just a few steps and she faltered.

"Ms. Marsh!" Jasper exclaimed as he dropped the containers and rushed to catch her. "Evelina? Hey-wake up!"

Her body went slack in his arms, unconscious.

Jasper typically avoided touching those he wasn't familiar with, yet the sight of Evelina's flushed face and the sweat beading on her forehead compelled him to act.

"Her temperature is soaring..." Upon checking, he found her forehead and palms alarmingly hot, clearly feverish.

"Supposed to be a healer, and can't manage her own health," Jaspoer scoffed quietly to himself. Then,decisively, he lifted her into his arms.

lan was taken aback.

It was a rare sight to see Jasper carry any woman,other than his niece.

"Find a coat. We're taking her to the hospital," Jasper instructed sharply.

lan dashed to the wardrobe. His eyes caught a glimpse of a pill bottle on the nightstand. He paused, reading the label, his features morphing with concern. "Sir,there might've been a mix-up with her medication."

Returning with a coat and the pill bottle, he explained,"It looks like she intended to take something for her fever but mistakenly took something else. That probably worsen her condition."

Jasper's expression darkened. "Contact our family physician immediately. Inform her of the situation,and make sure she's ready to treat Evelina once we arrive at the villa. Send her the medication details as well."

lan paused, his eyes widening. "To the villa? You're taking her there?" He couldn't hide his astonishment.

It was unheard of-the reserved Jasper Russell was actually bringing a woman to his home?