M thought it would be pointless to tell Phoebe. She decided to phone Cole.


    She switched on the speakerphone and put her phone on the table. Then, she helped Nathan to wipe


    the sweat from his forehead with a


    tissue.


    “Hello.” Cole sounded groggy, as if he hadn’t quite woken up.


    “Cole, it’s me, Suzanne.”


    “I saw the caller ID. Why are you calling at 3:00 am?”


    “Has Nate been sick?”


    “Yes, he’s been sick for days. He refuses to go to the doctor, won’t take his medicine, and has been


    working non-stop. Lucas and I tried


    to convince him, but he wouldn’t listen.”


    “He passed out at my ce. What should we do?” M kneeled next to Nathan and touched his


    forehead


    “General Morrison has gone to Hoffis Manor to look for you?” Cole


    eximed.


    “Yes.” M felt her heart bleed when she saw how exhausted Nathan


    looked.


    Cole pped himself on the thigh. “This is far too impulsive. General Morrison doesn’t usually act this


    way. Why would he be losing it when he’s with you?”


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    “I’m sorry, Cole. What should we do now? Shall I call a doctor to


    Hoffis Manor, or will youe here and take him to the hospital?” M asked with guilt.


    “No, don’t let anyone at Hoffis Manor know that General Morrison hase to look for you. If they find


    out, our spy there will be exposed.”


    “I understand.” M checked the clock. Getting Nathan to the hospital at this hour was indeed a


    challenge.


    “Do you have any medicine?” Cole asked.


    “Yes.”


    “Give him something for fevers and colds. Then, let him have some rest. He can leave on his own as


    soon as he wakes up.”


    “All right.”


    M ended the call. She tiptoed into the living room and found the medicine in the first aid kit. After


    returning to the room, she locked. the door and quickly approached Nathan.


    She removed his shoes and socks, lifted his feet onto the bed, and covered him with a nket.


    Afterward, she poured a cup of water and ced a fever-reducing pill in Nathan’s mouth.


    “Nate, swallow it. Nate,” M said softly.


    Nathan didn’t move a muscle. M poured the water into his mo but the water ran out of the corners of


    his lips. She was on the b of tears, fearing that every second of dy would cost him his


    “Nate, wake up and take the medicine.”


    She wiped the water from Nathan’s lips with a tissue. In her panic, she steeled herself and put the


    fever-reducing pill back in his mouth. Having taken a sip of water, she pressed her lips to his.


    The water filled Nathan’s mouth, and the pill was swallowed. But she remained still for a long while with


    her eyes closed.


    She was unwilling to part from his lips. Her tears fell one by one on


    his cheek, and she could feel his warm breath on her.


    After a long moment, M unwillingly pulled back. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at his


    face.


    She trembled as she touched his eyebrows, nose, and lips. Each touch felt like an electric current that


    ran through the tips of her fingers and prated her entire being.