Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 160

I hope Stella hasn't lost all interest in my body, George thought in a panic. He looked at Aaron. "You all should go. I'd like to sleep a little longer."

Downstairs, the butler was nowhere to be seen, presumably still dealing with his "burst appendix."

"He's right," Theobald said coolly. "How could someone die from a fever? The butler was exaggerating."

Aaron nodded. "Exactly. If he were really dying, he would have been rushed to the emergency room."

Marguerite scratched her head, embarrassed that she had been on the verge of tears. "Who cast a dumb spell on us just now?" she asked.

The groceries were still in the car. Theobald and Aaron went to get them. This was Theobald’s second time inside the villa. The dim lighting revealed that the garden was still as beautiful as ever. A few new, bare trees had been planted; he wondered if they would survive.

Perhaps he had an answer to Marguerite's question. They had overreacted because they cared about Mr. Spencer. He cared about Mr. Spencer because he saw him as an idol and an investor. Aaron cared about him because he saw him as a benefactor. In the car today, Aaron had been talkative, chatting about this and that, almost like the chatty little boy he used to be.

But why did Marguerite care so much about Mr. Spencer?

Had she fallen for him?

The thought made Theobald’s brow furrow. He had once hoped she would develop feelings for Mr. Spencer to distract her from Joshua. But now that it seemed possible, he wasn't so happy about it. Simon had thrown a fit when Marguerite had dated Joshua, begging them to break up. If Marguerite started a new relationship before he returned, Simon would probably cry himself sick.

"Theobald, you can go. I can cook by myself," Aaron said from the kitchen.

Theobald pushed the thought aside. Marguerite's concern could just be friendship. He shook his head at Aaron. "You make the fish soup. I'll handle the rest." He wasn't about to let Aaron be Marguerite’s sole servant.

Theobald was speechless.

After dinner, the two of them left. A short while later, the private doctor arrived. He took George’s temperature; the fever had mostly subsided.

Marguerite, having showered, came downstairs to do some studying on the sofa. The doctor heard her footsteps and looked up to see a beautiful girl in cartoon pajamas.

"And you are?" he asked instinctively. A second later, he realized. A girl in pajamas in the house at this hour could only be Mr. Spencer's girlfriend.

Before Marguerite could answer, the doctor said, "Keep a close eye on him tonight. He's stable for now, but if the fever comes back, it could be serious. Call me immediately if it does."