Elroy carried the unconscious Beverly back home.
She lay on the bed as a doctor, summoned by Elroy, performed an examination.
"This woman is such a hassle. Tell me, is she really sick, or is she just pretending?"
Elroy asked coldly, his icy tone matching his sharp glance at the doctor.
The doctor bowed respectfully before examining Beverly.
After a few minutes, he concluded, "Mr. Bellone, this lady is indeed ill. She has a cold coupled with a high fever, which caused her to faint. I'll prescribe some medication, and with an IV drip and proper rest, she should recover by tomorrow. It's nothing too serious."
Elroy's fists clenched instinctively at the news. Though he said nothing, his gaze softened slightly as it lingered on Beverly.
"Additionally," the doctor continued, "this lady ap
