Chapter 1372: You Don’t Need to Swear to Me
"What’s wrong with me?" Upon waking, Scarlett Yates felt sweaty all over, her head heavy and dizzy, her throat dry and scratchy, and her limbs aching severely.
It was as if she had just run ten laps around the track; her body was limp and she couldn’t muster any strength.
"Young Madam, you’re ill; you’ve had a high fever of 39 degrees, but thankfully it’s gone down now." Seeing Scarlett seemingly wanting to sit up, Olly leaned forward and carefully helped her up, placing a soft cushion behind her with her other hand.
After sitting up straight, Scarlett still felt a bit dizzy. She closed her eyes, and after a while, slowly opened them again.
The dizziness was not as intense as when she first got up.
She rubbed her temples, looked up at Olly, then buried her head again, thinking for a moment before gradually remembering everything.
After returning from outside, she took a hot bath and lay down to sleep.
After a while, her head hurt more and felt heavier...
It turns out, she had a high fever.
No wonder she dreamt of standing in the icy snow.
"Young Madam, after you got sick, the Young Master was very worried. He immediately called the doctor over for you and stayed by your side for a long time." She had said it, the Young Master certainly cares about the Young Madam.
Even though he seems indifferent on the surface, as soon as the Young Madam fell ill, the Young Master couldn’t stay calm. His anxiety and concern were visible even to her.
Hearing Olly mention Matthew Saxon, Scarlett’s pale cheeks changed subtly, and she fell silent.
She recalled that dream.
It turns out she cared about Little Tail so much, far more than she had imagined.
The dream she had before waking up explained everything.
Dreams can reflect some things existing in a person’s subconscious.
She was indeed bothered by Little Tail.
This little girl not only occupied the most important place in Matthew Saxon’s heart, making him constantly think of her, but also became a matter of concern for Scarlett.
It wasn’t a good dream, and recalling it, Scarlett felt even more weighed down, as if a heavy stone pressed against her heart.
Her breathing also became somewhat labored.
"Young Madam, I’m not lying to you."
Seeing Scarlett silent, Olly thought she didn’t believe her, blinked, showed an incredibly sincere expression, and emphasized again, "The Young Master really cares about you. Although he hasn’t said anything, you can see from his eyes that after the Young Madam fell ill, he was actually very anxious and distressed. It’s just the Young Master’s temperament; even if he really cares, he won’t say it out loud. But I’ve taken care of the Young Master for so many years, and I can see it."
"Really, Young Madam, I wouldn’t lie to you." Olly held Scarlett’s hand tightly.
"Really?" Scarlett, feeling weak all over, smiled faintly, also weakly.
"Yes, really." Olly raised two fingers, very earnestly saying, "I swear if I’m lying, I will turn into a puppy."
Scarlett burst into laughter, "I never said I didn’t believe you, you don’t need to swear to me."
"So the Young Madam believes me?" Olly seemed a bit excited, holding her hand even tighter, "Then the Young Madam shouldn’t be angry with the Young Master. You obviously both like each other; no matter what kind of misunderstandings there are, you can sit down and talk them through, explaining everything slowly."