Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon)

Chapter 149 The heavens seemed to conspire against her. The morning had been sunny, but a fine drizzle began to fall as Natalie prepared to leave work. She had arrived on her motorbike, and now the weather mirrored the temperament of a particular person she couldn’t help but think of, which was ever-changing, like the shifting hues of the sky.

Shaking her head, she wondered if she had been bombarded with too many messages from him lately. How else could his name have sprung to mind in this way? She glanced at the overcast sky and reassured herself that it was just a drizzle. It shouldn't drench her like an unfortunate soul.

Once she hopped on her bike, she accelerated, swiftly maneuvering through the ceaseless flow of vehicles. However, the rain proved uncooperative, showing no mercy to her unprotected state. In an instant, a deluge poured down without warning Completely drenched, her phone vibrated in her pocket. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a white Toyota slowly. drawing closer. She slowed down and stole a glance. It was Ethan, Joseph's bodyguard, who pulled up alongside her. Stepping out of the car, he propped open an umbrella that shielded Natalie’s head. The rain poured down mercilessly, instantly soaking him through “Miss, please get in the car. Allow me to drive you back. It's too dangerous in this deluge” Ethan couldn't help but worry about the consequences if something went wrong, and he couldn’t report back to Mr. Turner. The safety of Miss Natalie was paramount to him. Protecting her was why he had been assigned to the bustling capital of Athana.

Natalie's clothes were now drenched, making it impractical for her to get into the car. She didn’t want to soil the seats either. It seemed like she had already taken the hit of getting wet, so she decided against involving another person in her soggy situation.

She figured a hot shower at home would ward off any chances of catching a cold.

With that decision in mind, she politely declined Ethan’s kind offer. “You two should hop in the car. I'm already soaked, and it's just a short distance from home. Let's not stand around chatting Still wearing a concerned expression, Ethan dutifully held the umbrella for Natalie..

Noticing Ethan's lingering worry, she smiled. “Trust me. I'm a doctor. We should get going now. If we wait any longer, | might catch a cold.” Knowing Natalie's reluctance to inconvenience them and her stubborn nature, Ethan reluctantly got into the car and started the engine, following closely behind her.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, the heavy rain prevented him from noticing the black car trailing them from behind.

As the sleek black Maybach glided past them, a hint of displeasure flashed in the man’s eyes. This woman was utterly drenched, rainwater flowing down her cheeks like an unrelenting cascade.

Jim glanced at the frigid figure seated in the back. His voice tinged with concern. “Mr. Wilson, it seems Mrs. Wilson has been completely drenched” The man remained silent at first but finally spoke up as the car fell into a peaceful stillness. “Do you think I'm blind?” Jim was left speechless. Who had managed to provoke him this time? He had merely wanted to offer a well-intentioned reminder. “Of course not.” Silence fell upon them, and Trevon turned his gaze to the pounding rain outside, his mind filled with images of a woman thoroughly doused by the downpour. A vexing restlessness tugged at his heart. Why hadn’t she bothered to check the weather forecast? As Natalie stepped through the door, her clothes were soaked, water dripping from them without a need for wringing. Lena was taken aback. “Miss Natalie, how did you get drenched on your way home? We are here to take care of Jasper. You could have hailed a taxi or waited at the hospital. It would be best if you didn’t come back to this state. The current weather is a breeding ground for catching a cold.” Jerury swiftly fetched a blanket from the bathroom and draped it over Natalie. “Hurry to your room and take a hot bath. Let the warmth chase away the chill from your body. I've already started filling the bathtub with hot water.” Natalie smiled and nodded. “Understood. Thank you, Lena Let me take a quick bath before | come to hold you, Jasper. Lena. | might leave some water stains as | walk in. Could you kindly wipe them?” Lena playfully scolded, “What are you saying, you ully child? Go on now? Natalie chur kled, smiling at Jasper before entering the master bedroom Stepping into the bathroom, she found the bathtub, almost filled with water. Setting aside the mat, she turned off the faucet The water was a touch warmer than usual, likely Lena’s way of ensuring she would feel cozy Indeed. Natalie’s body felt a slight chill, courtesy of the rool rainwater outside.

She discarded her drenched clothes and eaved herself into the inviting warmth of the water. It enveloped her, instantly soothing her senses. She savored the comforting temperature with half-closed eyes, though faint dizziness washed over her. As a doctor, her first instinct was that she might have caught a chill 12.011 Chapter 149 After soaking for around ten minutes, the water temperature in the bathtub began to cool. Natalie emerged and proceeded to get dressed, feeling a slight lightheadedness. She quickly donned a bathrobe, realizing she couldn't sleep with Jasper tonight. She didn’t want to risk infecting him if she had caught something The weather forecast had clearly predicted an overcast day, so why was it raining? It was frustratingly unreliable.

She intended to put on some clothes and search the medicine cabinet for cold medicine. However, a series of sneezes interrupted her plans. Natalie reached into a drawer and retrieved a mask, placing it over her face. With a sigh, she rose from her seat, cup in hand, and made her way to the kitchen to pour some water.

The water stains on the floor had already been diligently wiped clean by Lena. Natalie approached the kitchen, cup in hand.

“Lena, let Jasper sleep with you tonight. It seems I've caught a cold.” Lena expressed her concern. “Don’t worry about Jasper. We'll take good care of him. How are you feeling? Have you taken any medicine? Should we consider going to the hospital?” Feeling the warmth in her heart from Lena's continuous concern, Natalie raised the cup, signaling she was about to pour water.

Lena noticed Natalie was already taking medication, putting her worries at ease.

Jenny began to persuade Jasper. “Jasper, Mommy isn't feeling well. Let's not disturb her tonight and allow her to rest. You can sleep with Grandma, and I'll tell you a delightful bedtime story” Understanding the situation, Jasper obediently agreed. With the weekend approaching, one night of rest should be enough for Natalie to recover.

Natalie felt her body burning like a furnace in the early morning hours. She realized there was only cold medicine at home and no fever—reducing medication. Despite her usually robust health, experiencing fever no more than twice a year, she hadn't developed the habit of keeping fever reducers on hand. She tried to check the time on her phone but could not even open her eyes. Each breath she exhaled felt scorching hot, and she knew she had a fever and a significant one at that.

At this point, the only option was to receive an intravenous saline solution. Struggling with all her might, she retrieved her phone and glanced at the time. It was already the early hours of the morning. She had no choice but to disturb Ethan, dialing his number. On the other end of the line, she heard a respectful voice say, “Miss Natalie, are you feeling unwell?” Unbeknownst to Natalie, Ethan White hadn't actually dozed off. Aware that she had been caught in the rain earlier and concerned about her potentially falling ill, he had chosen to remain awake, stationed in the car downstairs, awaiting her call Natalie, mustering every y ounce of her strength, slowly uttered, “Get a doctor. | have a fever.” Ethan wasted no time. He immediately dialed the number of the director at Athana Hospital, regardless of whether the director was asleep. The principle was simple when Miss Natalie fell ill, it was a matter of utmost importance.

The director's phone number was a direct line that Ethan had established upon his arrival in Athana. Given their line of work, it was a precautionary measure, which involved frequent injuries and unpredictable accidents.

Little did he anticipate that this connection would be used for the first time, solely for the sake of Miss Natalie.

The doctor arrived promptly, accompanied by a mature—looking middle-aged man. Walking alongside him was a tall girl in a flowing black dress, with the length concealing her bare feet. Despite that, glimpses of her oversized shoes were visible as she walked. Her ebony tresses cascaded down, partially obscuring half of her face. She wore a loose—fitting trench coat over her dress, giving her a somewhat androgynous appearance.

The tall woman, partially concealed by a mask, left Ethan with a hint of curiosity due to her height and shoe size. However, her precisely shaped eyebrows and long lashes framed captivating eyes. The faint glimmer of crystal earrings peeking through the dim light dissolved any lingering doubts in Ethan’s mind.

Guided by Ethan, the two doctors stepped into the elevator. He pressed the button for the 25th floor, and the elevator ascended swiftly. Within moments, they arrived at the door. Ethan White gave a gentle reminder, “Please keep your voices down. There are sleeping elders and children inside.” The middle-aged doctor nodded in acknowledgment. “Of course. You needn’t worry about my companion causing any disturbance. She is a mute.” Ethan offered a sympathetic gaze toward the woman. Despite her imposing height and seemingly attractive features, it was a pity that she couldn't communicate verbally. His sympathy lingered for a moment before he led them inside.