CHAPTER 377 HENRY IS AWAKE

Yvonne pretended not to hear the anger in his tone and started pulling the car door open. "Don't worry about what I’m doing here, just get out of the car and follow me upstairs."

Henry did not move as he looked at her quietly with his dark eyes.

Yvonne felt a little scared by the way he was staring at her, but soon she shook her head and kept her emotions in as she shouted at him. "Hurry up, just get out of the car!"

Henry actually listened this time. He opened the car door and got out of the car obediently.

However, because of the fever, he didn't have much strength so as soon as his feet touched the ground, his body fell forward.

When Yvonne saw this, she immediately took a step forward and caught him just in time with her petite body before he fell to the ground.

"Come on, put your arms over my shoulders and I'll help you in," Yvonne put Henry's arm on her shoulders and reminded him.

Henry did it without saying anything.

Yvonne then walked into the apartment one step at a time, with a man much heavier than she was.

"Miss, you're finally back," the building superintendent said when he saw that Yvonne had brought Henry back. He hurriedly stepped forward to help send Henry back to the room.

"Thank you." Yvonne put him down and thanked the building superintendent sincerely.

The man waved his hand. "You’re welcome, and it's m y responsibility anyway. I should go now."

"Wait a minute." Yvonne stopped him.

The building superintendent stopped.

Yvonne asked, "Can you call a doctor for me? There should be a doctor in the community. If I do it myself, i t might take quite some time."

"I see. Sure, I'll do it," the man immediately agreed.

Yvonne thanked him again.

After the man left, she closed the door and returned to her room.

Henry had already passed out from the fever. Yvonne touched his forehead and it was so hot it made her hand tremble.

She didn’t even care that she was still drenched. She immediately went to the bathroom to get a bathrobe that belonged to Elliot for Henry to change into. She then went to the refrigerator to get some ice cubes and wrapped them in a towel to put on Henry’s forehead, hoping it would cool him down.

She breathed a sigh of relief after doing all that. She went to the bathroom and took a quick shower before changing into clean clothes.

At this moment, the doorbell rang again.

Yvonne wiped her hair and opened the door. It was the building superintendent from earlier and a doctor i n a white coat.

Yvonne hurriedly invited the two of them in and took the doctor to the room to see Henry.

After a series of diagnoses, Yvonne watched the doctor give Henry an injection and put up a drip. Her heart clenched and she asked, "How is he?"

"His fever is very serious and his lungs are slightly inflamed. There has also been a severe lack of sleep and extreme mental stress," the doctor threw the syringe and replied.

Yvonne's heart trembled. "Then is he going to be fine?"

"He'll be fine as long as the fever goes away, but he needs to rest for a while and wait until the lung inflammation is gone before he can go back to work. Otherwise, he'll have a fever again," the doctor said.

Yvonne breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear. Doctor, please prescribe some medicine for him."

The doctor nodded and went to get the medicine kit h e had brought.

It had already been half an hour when she finally got the prescribed medicine and sent the doctor and the building superintendent off.

Yvonne closed the door and returned to her room. She walked gently towards the bed and stopped as she reached out to touch Henry's forehead again.

When she found out that his forehead was not as warm as before and that his face was not as red anyway, her heart finally felt at ease.

"What should I do with you..." Yvonne muttered as she tucked Henry in.

Although she did not know what he came here for, he certainly could not leave anytime soon.

So Yvonne took out the phone from the clothes that Henry had changed into and called Joe to tell him about Henry's condition.

After the call, Yvonne called Sue instead to tell her that Henry could not go back tonight and would be staying with her.

She didn't tell Sue that Henry stayed because he was sick. She didn't want Sue to worry.

However, Sue had obviously misunderstood as she thought that the pair had made up, and she was smiling from ear to ear.

Yvonne didn’t give any explanation either and she quickly hung up.

After that, she put down the phone and went back to check on Henry's drip. Finally, she fell asleep by the

bed.

When she woke up, the sky outside was already dark, but the rain had not stopped and it was still drizzling. holds this content.

Yvonne yawned and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. However, when she was halfway through preparing some food to eat, she heard a huge noise in the living room, as if something had broken.

"What happened?"

She quickly put down the spatula in her hand and ran out of the kitchen to take a look. Henry was standing i n front of the coffee table and he was frowning as he stared at the ground.

Yvonne followed his gaze and saw a broken glass by his foot, and the water in the glass had spilled on the floor, soaking the carpet.

It was obvious that the noise earlier was from the broken glass.

"Why did you break the glass?" Yvonne walked over and asked while she checked Henry's foot to see if he was injured.

Henry pursed his thin lips and replied in a faint voice, "I didn’t have the strength so it just slipped through m y hand."

So that was what happened!

Yvonne scratched her head. "Then why didn't you ask me?"

Henry just stared at her silently.

Yvonne sighed, "Are you injured?"

"No," Henry whispered back.

Yvonne breathed a sigh of relief. "As long as you're not hurt. You can sit down first and I'll clean this up."

She helped him onto the sofa to sit down before going t o the kitchen to get a mop and broom to clean up the mess he had made.

After that, she poured another glass of water for him. " Drink it."

Henry held the cup and took a sip.

The warm water flowed down his dry throat and into his stomach. His body felt a little better and he no longer felt so weak.

"When did you wake up?" Yvonne asked when the man had finished drinking the water.

The man rubbed his temples and his voice was not that hoarse anymore. "I just woke up."

"Since you're awake, let’s eat. I'll ask Joe to pick you u p after eating. This place belongs to somebody else so it's not nice if you stay for long," Yvonne said and was about to return to the kitchen.

Henry grabbed her hand. "Since you've already mentioned that this place belongs to somebody else, don’t you want to move out?"

Yvonne looked back at him. "I do, but not now. I must stay here for now."

"Give me a reason!" Henry tightened his grip.

Yvonne frowned. Although she felt pain from his grip, she did not shake him off. He was still a patient after all and she didn't want to bother arguing with a patient.

"You'll understand someday. Let's not talk about this for now. Let me go. I'm still making porridge in my pot and it's going to burn soon."

Henry pursed the corners of his lips gloomily when he heard this because he was not satisfied with her answer, but he released his grip anyway.

After that, Yvonne did not even think about what Henry was feeling at the moment. She strode back to the kitchen and when she came out with a bowl of porridge, there was no one in the living room.

"Is he gone?" Yvonne put down the porridge and looked around.