Chapter 472

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“Get lost,” Jaxon barked, his voice dripping with venom. It was clear he didn’t want to see Ursula anymore.

Ursula’s heart clenched. “Jaxon…”

“I said, get lost.”

His words, spat with such intensity, left Ursula feeling suffocated. She knew she was in deep trouble. Without Cloudia, she had no one to lean on in this family.

Facing Jaxon’s seething anger, Ursula didn’t dare say anything more. She retreated to her room, feeling utterly defeated.

Left alone, Jaxon gripped his phone, his hands trembling slightly.

The car accident, orchestrated by Ursula, had nearly cost Stella her life. He remembered those days when Stella lay in the hospital. He had cared for her, visiting her every day.

So, when did everything change? When did he start disliking Stella? Was it because she made life difficult for Ursula, constantly bringing up the accident? In their ongoing disputes, he had sided with Ursula, the one he’d grown up with.

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Meanwhile, far away in Ferrowland, Susanna hung up the call with Stella and went downstairs to dial Silas’s number on the landline.

Predictably, Stella was unreachable, and Silas was also unavailable in the dead of night. Hull’s fever was soaring past 103 degrees Fahrenheit, and if it continued like this, it would spell trouble.

Susanna was on the verge of panic. She returned to her room, shaking Hull awake. “Hey, wake up!”

Hull opened his eyes groggily, giving her a fleeting glance before drifting back to sleep. Susanna knew if the fever didn’t break soon, it could be dangerous.

“Ugh—I’m going to lose my mind!” she muttered In hindsight, she should have accepted Star’s offer stay with the Quinn family. Surely the family that raised Star couldn’t be that intimidating, right? And with a house that big, she’d hardly ever run into Mrs. Lugar.

Desperate, Susanna tried to call an ambulance, but her grasp of the local language failed her. She had studied it, but now, when she needed it most, she was at a loss.

Frustrated, Susanna had no choice but to try and bring Hull’s fever down with cold water. She started with his face, then moved to his neck. But the small area she was covering wasn’t enough, and the fever soon spiked again.

Left with no choice, Susanna decided to expand her efforts. She pulled back the covers and loosened Hull’s robe, turning her face away to avoid looking at his body. With a damp cloth, she wiped him down clumsily.

A low groan escaped Hull.

Startled, Susanna glanced back, realizing she’d brushed against one of his injuries. She quickly averted her eyes and continued, moving from his upper body to his lower.

As she focused on his lower half, she turned her face even further away, barely

able to see. Suddenly, Hull’s hand clamped around her wrist.

“What are you doing?” Hull’s voice, though rough with fever, cut through the silence.

Susanna instinctively met his gaze, noticing the red veins in his eyes. Despite his condition, his gaze was intense.

“I-I’m trying to cool you down,” she stammered. Her eyes slowly drifted to the cloth in her hand, realizing where she had been placing it.

Her face turned beet red, and she was momentarily stunned.

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