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Chapter 710
Chapter 710:
She walked out of the bathroom dressed in a dry silk nightgown and took two steps onto the thick bedroom carpet. The room tilted violently to the left. Black spots danced across her vision.
Isolde’s knees buckled. She collapsed onto the floor.
Maxwell was standing in the hallway when he heard the soft thud. He kicked the bedroom door open and rushed inside.
He scooped her off the floor — her skin was burning hot to the touch — and laid her gently on the massive king-sized bed, pulling the heavy duvet up to her chin. He pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. She was radiating heat like a furnace.
Maxwell pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and pressed the call button without hesitation. He bypassed every emergency service. “Julian, it’s Hayes. I’m in Boston,” he said, his voice tight. “I have an emergency with Isolde Carson. She’s unresponsive with a high fever. I need you. Now p>
A calm, authoritative voice came back over the line. “I’m at MIT. Send me the address. My team is five minutes from your location. I’ll be there in ten p>
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Julian Thorne swept into the penthouse followed by two private nurses. They wheeled in portable monitors and IV stands, transforming the luxury bedroom into a sterile, functional medical unit.
Julian took her temperature, his face grim. “One hundred and three Fahrenheit,” he reported, prepping a syringe. “Her core temperature dropped too fast, and now her body is overcompensating. We’re pushing broad-spectrum antibiotics and a heavy antipyretic through the IV. She needs at least thirty-six hours of observation. Tonight is going to be very rough p>
Maxwell stood in the corner of the room. He had finally changed into dry clothes, but he refused to leave. He watched the nurse tape the IV needle to the back of Isolde’s pale hand.
By midnight, a heavy winter storm had rolled into Boston. Rain and sleet lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows.
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Isolde fell into a deep, terrifying delirium.
She tossed her head from side to side against the pillows. Sweat beaded on her forehead and soaked the collar of her silk gown. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. In her fever-addled mind, the nightmares took physical form. She saw the pulsing red dot of the camera expanding until it consumed the entire room. She felt invisible hands ripping the DARPA code from her skull.
She saw Grayson standing in the shadows, laughing as he handed the highly classified core blueprints of the Phoenix-X7 engine directly to Belle. She watched in paralyzed horror as Belle used a silver lighter to set the irreplaceable schematics on fire, burning Isolde’s life’s work to ash. She felt Belle’s hands pushing her under the freezing water, holding her down while Grayson watched.
“No,” Isolde whimpered, her voice hoarse and broken. “Don’t touch the data. Get away p>
Maxwell pulled his chair right up to the edge of the bed. He sat down, leaned forward, and took a cool damp washcloth from the basin on the nightstand, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead and neck. His large, rough hands moved with surprising tenderness.
Message from Noa: Beautiful Friday dear reader. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. p>