At the same time, inside the car.
Alfonso's situation was not right.
Amelia took one look and knew he had a fever.
The assistant, in a hurry, wanted to go to the hospital: "What should we do? We can't reach the doctor. Boss, should we cancel tomorrow's magazine?"
"You said the brand was urging me to make an appearance to calm the public opinion, right?" Alfonso coughed heavily, breathing heavily. "Go as usual."
The assistant was still on the call.
Amelia's fingers were already resting on Alfonso's wrist: "Didn't rest well, under a lot of pressure, feeling a bit cold."
The assistant had a meal.
Alfonso also looked up.
Amelia smiled lightly and said, "Grandpa must have told you that my actual profession was a doctor."
"It was said." Alfonso smiled indulgently, "It was just me being
