?<strong>Chapter 514:</strong>


    “There’s peanut butter.”


    “Oh no!” Agate, cognizant of Shawn’s peanut allergy, leapt to her feet in rm. “Quick, spit it out!” But it was toote.


    Shawn got up. “I have medicine in my car.”


    He needed to take it before the allergic reaction kicked in. Shawn hurriedly departed, scarcely having time to acknowledge Katherine as he rushed past.


    Katherine grasped the gravity of the situation. It appeared that M wasn’t entirely naive; she had devised a contingency n. However, there was no time for her to confront M; Katherine pursued Shawn instead.


    Shawn flung open the car door, feeling increasingly suffocated as his throat constricted and throbbed with pain. He reached for the glovepartment, but his hand grasped only empty space, even though the medicine was tantalizingly close.


    His face felt grotesquely swollen, and his vision was blurring. Atst, he was unable to draw breath and crumpled onto the passenger seat.


    “Shawn! Shawn!” Katherine arrived with a doctor.


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    The doctor administered an injection just in the nick of time, and Shawn gradually regained consciousness, although his skin remained ruddy and his throat was excruciatingly swollen.


    “Feeling any better?” the doctor asked.


    Shawn nodded wearily.


    “Do you have any medication?”


    Shawnbored to lift a finger, directing it toward the glovepartment. Katherine, bracing him, bent down to retrieve the medicine and administered two pills to him.


    A few minutester, the redness diminished, and Shawn was able to speak, though with considerable difficulty.


    “I’m okay now.”


    The Finch family’s private doctor nodded.


    “It is imperative that you proceed to the hospital for a thorough examination. Your allergic reaction was pronounced; you cannot afford to be negligent.”


    “Alright.”


    After the doctor departed, Katherine resolved to escort Shawn to the hospital.


    As the car left the Finch family’s parking lot, Shawn rested his head against the passenger seat, staring wistfully at Katherine.


    “Why are you here?”


    Katherine reflected on running into M just now.


    “I didn’t expect her to have a backup n.”


    Shawn sneered in disdain.


    “She almost killed me.”


    “Cease your chatter and get some rest.” Shawn shut his eyes.


    He heard Katherine’s phone chime. She answered promptly.


    “Mom, I’m taking Shawn to the hospital. It’s nothing too severe, but I want him examined just to be certain. We likely won’t make it back tonight, so you all should proceed and go home.”


    At the hospital, Shawn was connected to an intravenous drip, the sterile fluid slowly coursing into his veins. Katherine busied herself with errands, shuffling through his medical forms, settling fees, and retrieving his prescribed medication, all actions Shawn silently observed from his bed.


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