The room was quite dark. In order to let him sleep peacefully, the blackout curtains were tightly drawn. Olivia gently opened a small gap to allow a faint light into the room.

She walked cautiously toward the bedside. If it were in the past, Ethan would probably have woken up due to his usual vigilance. But now, his eyes were tightly closed, and an empty IV bag was next to him.

Olivia reached out and felt his forehead. It was burning hot. The fever hadn't subsided yet. Ethan's physical condition had always been excellent. He rarely got sick like this.

It seemed like she would have to wait till later to talk to him about Leia.

She was about to withdraw her hand, but her wrist was grabbed.

Ethan pulled hard, and she fell into his arms. She wanted to push him away with a frown, but she heard him say hoarsely, "Don't leave."

Sighing, she remained still. She stayed in his embrace.

Ethan was happy, and his arms tightened around her.

The scorching heat from his body enveloped Oliv