Chapter 323
Chapter 323:
Unwilling to sit against the hard car window, Bobby ultimately swapped seats with Sloane and rested against the person he liked the least—Jeff.
Closing his eyes, he sighed.
Life truly wasn’t easy.
By the time they returned to the villa, it was almost 11 a.m., and lunch was already ready.
After the meal, Jeff asked if they wanted to rest before heading back to Esaham or leave immediately. Bobby answered decisively, “Now. Let’s leave right now.” He felt that this place was nothing but trouble—not just for him, but also for Fernanda. With everything that had gone wrong in just two days, leaving seemed like the smartest move.
No one objected, and soon they were on the road.
Since Bobby was unwell, Fernanda drove, with Wendy in the passenger seat.
Bobby lay in the back, feeling rather sorry for himself. He wished Wendy would sit beside him, letting him rest his head on her lap—a romantic image, he thought. But he didn’t dare voice the idea, fearing Wendy’s temper.
Upon their return to Esaham, Fernanda drove Bobby straight to the hospital instead of school. His fever needed more than over-the-counter medication; a shot would likely be faster.
After taking Bobby’s temperature, the doctor dismissed the concern. “It’s just a mild fever. A couple of injections should do the trick.”
The mention of injections jolted Bobby upright. “Injections? What kind of injections?”
He silently prayed it wasn’t the kind targeting his most dreaded area.
But the doctor’s expression dashed his hopes.
In one last attempt, Bobby asked, “What about just taking medicine? Or can I just take an IV? I don’t mind waiting longer.” After all, IV needles were smaller and hurt less.
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Sensing that someone was staring at him, Bobby turned to see Wendy’s frowning expression.
Swallowing his pride, he muttered, “Fine, let’s get it over with.” He couldn’t afford to let Wendy look down on him.
Thus, Fernanda and Wendy exited the room, leaving Bobby behind.
Outside the injection room, muffled cries echoed, followed by the doctor’s flat voice. “I haven’t even begun yet.”
Bobby’s panicked response came quickly. “Doctor, you don’t understand! The alcohol wipe is the scariest part… Ow, ah—oh, wait, that wasn’t so bad.” Fernanda and Wendy exchanged a glance, rendered completely speechless.
Moments later, Bobby emerged, brimming with energy.
“That wasn’t as painful as I imagined! Haha, needles these days are so tiny—not like those monstrous ones from when I was a kid,” he exclaimed, practically marveling at the wonders of modern healthcare.
In the underground parking lot, the trio made their way to the car they had parked earlier. They unexpectedly crossed paths with two figures.
Both groups stopped in their tracks, caught off guard.
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