Chapter 705
“Send him to the hospital,” Sienna said crisply. “I’m not treating him p>
Panic seized the guard. He chased after her, desperately trying to explain.
“Ms. Sloan, please don’t do this! You know Jarred’s temper. Let alone sending him to the hospital, even if we bring a doctor here, he’ll just throw them out when he’s in a bad mood! Declan even brought a specialist over this afternoon. But the moment the guy stepped inside, before he could even do an exam, Jarred kicked him right out of the room p>
The guard was sweating profusely now. “Jarred hasn’t had a drop of water or a single bite of food since he got back at dawn. The guy who brought him a glass of water just said he’s practically delirious with fever, but he refuses to let anyone near him. He’s as stubborn as a mule p>
Sienna didn’t slow her pace. The guard’s frantic voice chased right after her.
“We’ve been with him for decades. He’s been like this since he was a kid—toughing it out when he’s sick, refusing to say a word, and never listening to anyone. In all these years, there’s only ever been one person who could handle him p>
The guard paused, staring at Sienna’s back.
“And that’s you, Ms. Sloan. Please, just for the sake of our current situation, go check on him. If Jarred goes down right now and someone takes advantage of the gap to break in, you’ll be in the most danger p>
A surge of suffocating frustration twisted in Sienna’s chest.
From the bottom of her heart, she didn’t want to care, didn’t want to ask, and absolutely didn’t want anything to do with him ever again.
But she had to admit, the guard was entirely right.
Right now, the entire security perimeter was held together solely by Jarred.
If Jarred went down, a massive power vacuum would instantly open up in the house.
She, Silas, and the unfinished antidote would be utterly exposed to danger.
Personal grudges couldn’t outweigh physical safety. In the end, she had no choice.
Sienna stopped at the top of the stairs.
She took a deep breath, swallowing her intense annoyance, and said coldly, “Lead the way p>
“Right away p>
The guard was instantly overjoyed, quickly rushing ahead to lead the way with utmost reverence.
Sienna followed him at a steady, unhurried pace.
The entire third floor was unnervingly quiet, perhaps because it was usually left empty.
A chilling emptiness hung in the air, typical of rooms left uninhabited for too long.
The closer they got to the guest room, the heavier the chill became.
The door was shut tight.
When the guard pushed it open, a blast of oppressive, damp heat washed over them.
Even though the AC was running on a constant temperature, the room felt suffocatingly humid and miserable.
The curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out every single sliver of daylight.
It was pitch black and claustrophobic.
“Jarred, Ms. Sloan is here to see you,” the guard whispered carefully.
Dead silence answered him.
Even the normal rhythmic breathing of someone asleep was so faint it was practically non-existent. There was zero sign of life.
A wave of dread instantly washed over Sienna.
She pushed past the guard, blindly tracing the wall until she found the light switch.
The moment the warm yellow light flickered on.
She saw the man on the bed, and her heart sank like a stone.
Jarred’s usually striking, cold features were now flushed with an unnatural, feverish red.
The burning crimson looked as if his skin had been scorched by a literal fire—a jarringly sickly sight.
His lips were pale, cracked, and completely devoid of blood, his brows locked in a fierce scowl.
Even passed out from the massive fever, he was frowning deeply.
It looked like he was trapped in an endless nightmare, denied any peace even in sleep.
Sienna stepped up to the bed and pressed her fingertips against his blazing forehead. the heat was so intense it made her fingers tingle.
She immediately moved her hand to check his wrist pulse. The moment she felt the erratic, chaotic rhythm, her expression completely froze
His pulse was a total disaster—wild, chaotic, yet terrifyingly weak underneath the surface.