Chapter 388 Lola drove Mr. Zackary crazy!

Penelope subconsciously tightened her grip on her phone, her heart clenched uncontrollably at the sudden news from Samuel that Zackary was seriously ill. Then, she found it incredibly funny. They, the two of them, were no longer anything to each other a long time ago. Whether he was sick or not, what did it have to do with her!

"Ms. Sullivan, the boss was really sick, his fever was over 41 degrees and he refused to take medicine. Please come over and check on him quickly! If he doesn't take his medicine, he could die from the fever!"

Penelope's chest felt increasingly tight, her fever exceeding 41 degrees Celsius...

He had always been healthy, how could he suddenly have such a high fever?

In the end, Penelope forced herself to be as cold-hearted as iron, "Mr. Colon, that's his business, it has nothing to do with me!"

After saying this, Penelope immediately hung up the phone.

Samuel stared at the gradually darkening phone screen, almost on the verge of tears. The boss had inexplicably come down with a high fever, and he refused to take any medicine. He had been mumbling in a daze, constantly calling out Ms. Sullivan's name. Now, Ms. Sullivan was completely ignoring the boss...

Could it be, they really let the boss burn to death?!

Zackary seemed dazed, but in reality, he was constantly paying attention to Samuel's situation.

Seeing him make a call to Penelope, the corner of his lips involuntarily curled up into a satisfied smile.

His special assistant, wasn't too stupid.

He didn't know what was wrong with himself. After seeing Penelope and Kemp in the hospital, he was filled with anger. He took a cold shower to cool down, and then spent the whole night in the cold wind, unfortunately ending up with a fever.

My heart ached, my muscles ached, my head ached...

The whole body felt uncomfortable.

Especially when he thought about how Penelope had even resorted to pretending to be sick and going to the hospital just to hook Kemp, his lungs had already started to hurt.

Zackary lay on the large bed in the ward, refusing to take fluids or medication. Yet, he still felt weak and in need of care. He didn't even know what he was putting himself through.

Seeing that Samuel had finished his call, he arrogantly lifted his chin, "That ignorant woman agreed to come over later, didn't she?"

As long as she came over for a while to feed him his medicine and coax him properly, he wouldn't mind her fickle behavior of flirting with other men. He would, give her another chance to stay by his side.

"Boss..."

Samuel gripped the phone tightly, sneaking a glance at Zackary, trembling with fear.

"Boss, why don't you take some fever medicine first? Your fever is so high, if you don't take medicine, it could get worse."

"I said I won't take the medicine!" Zackary spoke with a cold, stern face. If that woman didn't come over to feed him, he simply wouldn't take the medicine.

Faced with the gaze of his own boss, who could freeze people into ice, Samuel couldn't help but shiver. He quietly touched his little heart, the boss was already burned like this, how could he still be so scary?!

Samuel really wanted to say, "Boss, Ms. Sullivan won't be coming," but the boss's gaze was truly terrifying. He had a premonition that if he said this, the boss would definitely throw him directly to the North Pole.

These words, he didn't dare to say.

He could only sigh softly, walk outside the ward, and continue to pathetically call Penelope.

Penelope was really speechless. She hadn't had two minutes of peace before her phone rang again. Seeing that it was the same number as before, she immediately hung up.

Seeing the relentless ringing of her phone, Penelope simply turned it off and tucked it under her pillow, out of sight, out of mind.

She half-lowered her eyelids, unable to resist glancing at her left hand.

Her left hand was injured again that night, with obvious scars at the broken finger. It was really ugly.

But the diamond ring on her ring finger was incredibly beautiful. The pink diamond, under the sunlight, emitted a dazzling brilliance that was breathtakingly beautiful.

This was the engagement ring that Everett gave her, she had accepted his proposal.

Indeed, Penelope did not love Everett, but there were some things that, once she had promised, even if she did not love, she would keep her promise and strive to do her best.

Everett had been too good to her. She had once selfishly tried to seek protection for Ethan and Lyman from him. She owed him too much. The only thing she could do was to be good to him in the last moments of her life.

She knew how painful it was to be let down by someone, so she would never let Everett down.

As for Zackary...

It was a thing of the past life.

Samuel couldn't get through to Penelope's phone, and he was so anxious that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He knew that Penelope was also staying in this hospital, she was in the ward upstairs, and he planned to go directly upstairs to find her.

Before he even went upstairs, he saw Lola rushing over. Her delicate face, beautifully made up, wore a clear look of worry. "Mr. Colon, is Zackary sick? How is he now?"

"Boss..."

Lola had already rushed into the ward in a flurry.

Having followed Zackary for so many years, Samuel was practically on par with the worms in his stomach. He knew that at this moment, the one their boss was eagerly waiting for was Penelope, not Lola.

But Lola was the boss's fiancée, the future lady boss set in stone. She had already come over, so he couldn't possibly drive her away.

He could only hurriedly follow Lola into the ward, thinking despairingly, what if, by some chance, the boss had a lapse in judgement and was willing to take his medicine after seeing her?

Zackary's situation was really bad. The last time he was kicked by a horse, he was actually seriously injured. He was always reluctant to go to the hospital. Now he had a fever, refused to get injections or take medicine. He was simply playing with his life.

When Samuel followed Lola into the ward, Zackary was already delirious from the fever.

Even the ears were burned red.

Seeing him like this, Lola's heart ached as if it was about to shatter.

She quickly stepped forward, tightly gripping his hand, feeling the burning warmth on his palm. She looked into Samuel's eyes, filled with obvious reproach and dissatisfaction.

"How could he have been burned like this?!"

"The eldest was unwilling to get an injection and also refused to take medicine."

"Medicine!"

Lola was frantic, she reached out and asked Samuel for medicine. He quickly poured the liquid fever reducer into a spoon for her to feed him.

Couldn't feed it.

Seeing Samuel holding a whole bottle of pink fever-reducing potion, Lola snatched it away, took a mouthful of the medicine, and planned to transfer it into his mouth mouth-to-mouth.

Feeding medicine mouth to mouth was what Lola liked the most.

She had been with Zackary for so many years, yet she had never properly touched his lips.

Today, it was her best opportunity.

When the man was sick, his spirit was particularly fragile, craving for care and affection. As she fed him medicine in such a manner, his consciousness was blurred, momentarily lost in confusion. It was highly likely that he would throw caution to the wind and become wildly infatuated with her.

In Lola's eyes, there was a full sense of determination. She raised an eyebrow at Samuel, signaling him to leave. She lowered her face, her lips slowly moving towards Zackary's.