Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 645: Locked In!

"Young master, your fever’s getting worse. You really should go to the hospital. This might be serious!"

Everett frowned, clearly annoyed, and opened his eyes with a raspy voice. "Stop bothering me. Get out."

Tobias had no choice but to leave the room.

An hour passed.

Still no movement from inside.

Tobias paced anxiously in the hallway.

Another hour went by—it was already 4 p.m.

Still dead quiet. Everett hadn’t had lunch. Was he really not hungry at all?

Tobias couldn’t take it anymore and pushed open the door, only to see Everett’s face flushed red like a blazing sunset.

He rushed over, pressed his hand to Everett’s forehead, then yanked it back like he’d touched something burning. "God, that’s bad! Young master, wake up! Come on, wake up!"

After Tobias called out a few more times, Everett finally opened his eyes in a daze. He tried to sit up but had no strength at all.

"Young master, your fever’s really high. Here, take this thermometer."

Everett took the thermometer Tobias handed him. Five minutes later, Tobias checked it and his face went pale.

"Forty degrees! That’s dangerous—we’ve got to get you to the hospital. A fever this high won’t break without treatment!"

Tobias called the bodyguards and had Everett rushed to the hospital.

Everett didn’t really want to go, but the thought of possibly seeing her at the hospital changed his mind.

No matter how much he hated hospitals and taking medicine, he could deal with it.

Once they arrived, the doctors immediately brought him to the ER. It turned out to be a regular flu, but the infection was severe, which is why the fever wouldn’t go down.

By the time Everett was fully conscious, the doctor had already inserted an IV.

"Mr. Adams, just get some rest. A nurse will switch out the drip once it’s done," the doctor said.

Everett stared at the ceiling tiles and frowned.

Elsewhere in the hospital, Aurora had taken a nap.

The room was big, airy, and spotless—more like a regular home than a hospital—so she slept really well.

When she woke up, her nose was stuffy and her throat sore.

She might have caught a cold, but she was on her period and didn’t want to take any medication.

"What are you gonna do, just wait it out? You’re sick—you really think it’ll go away on its own?" Dominic was frustrated when he found out.

Aurora pulled off the blanket and slipped on her slippers, stepping out onto the balcony.

A cold breeze hit her. She shivered and pulled her coat tighter. "It’s fine. My colds take time. I can wait until day three or four to take something."

Her colds usually came with a sore throat for a few days. It wasn’t urgent to start meds right away.

Dominic couldn’t argue, so he dug through her luggage and found some traditional herbal medicine. The side effects were minimal, so she agreed to drink that for now.

Around 5:30 p.m., just as Aurora was about to leave the hospital, Tobias showed up to tell her Everett had a fever.

"Young master probably caught a chill after rescuing you. He’s got a high fever that won’t go down. He’s upstairs on an IV. Miss Wilson, would you like to go see him?"

Tobias looked at Aurora, a hint of irritation in his eyes. "He’s in this condition because of you, Miss Wilson. You’re really not going to visit him?"

He was annoyed by her hesitation.

The young master never got sick—but for this woman, he finally broke down.

Back at the temple, Everett probably hadn’t slept properly in days. After getting home, he slept an entire day just to recover a bit.

His immune system was clearly shot, and Tobias resented Aurora for it.

Aurora froze, surprised that Everett had also caught a cold.

"Aurora, maybe you should go check on him?" Dominic said softly. "I’ll go get dinner."

Tobias glanced at Dominic—this girl was way more soft-hearted than Aurora. Even an outsider couldn’t stand seeing Everett treated so coldly.

"Okay, I’ll go up. You grab dinner, and call Director Z. Tell him not to come tonight—I’ll head back to the hotel."

Aurora thought for a moment, then finally gave in.

Dominic was secretly pleased—she was rooting for Aurora and Everett to be together.

If that happened, even a small assistant like her would get some "perks" and benefits.

If Aurora and Everett became a couple, they’d probably blow up in the industry—and as her assistant, Dominic knew she’d gain from it too.

Aurora followed Tobias up to the seventh floor—she had just been on the sixth.

The hallway was eerily quiet. Turns out, both the sixth and seventh floors were VIP wards, with fewer patients and a lot more peace and quiet.

She gently knocked on the door. Only after hearing Everett’s raspy voice from inside did she slowly push it open.

Tobias stayed outside, closing the door behind them with deliberate slowness. A sly smile tugged at his lips.

Then, he pulled a key out of his pocket—and locked the door from the outside.

Inside, Aurora had no idea what Tobias had just done. She kept her head down as she walked in, her eyes fixed on the spotless white floor.

"You... you okay?"

She didn’t even dare look at him. After all, they had argued not long ago.

"Okay? Does this look okay to you? Who gets an IV for fun?" Everett scoffed, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Aurora was speechless.

Every time they were in the same room, the air felt charged, like something might explode. And Everett—he always had a way of pushing her buttons.

She sat down on the couch at the side of the room and finally looked up at him.

His face was still flushed, clearly from the fever. His hair was clean and slightly messy, a few strands lazily resting on his forehead, but that did nothing to dull his usual arrogance and elegance.

He was dressed in a well-fitted suit, sitting calmly on the hospital bed, raising an eyebrow as he stared right into Aurora’s eyes.

Aurora quickly looked away from those piercing eyes, flustered. "You’ve got a fever? Besides the hoarse voice, anything else bothering you?"

"Lightheaded. And annoyed," Everett replied bluntly.

"Aurora, are you really here to see me? You act like I’m some kind of poisonous snake."

He gave her a bitter smile. "You won’t even look me in the eye?"

Aurora bit her lip and slowly looked up at him again, only to find him watching her coldly, like she had done something wrong.

"If I hadn’t sent someone to be your stand-in, would you have gladly kissed Brown in that scene?"

That question hit her like a slap. She froze for several seconds.

What kind of question was that? It was humiliating.

Yes, she didn’t like filming kissing scenes—not because of who she was with, but because she simply wasn’t used to it. She had no experience with that kind of intimacy.

"What’s the point of bringing that up? It’s over. I don’t want to talk about it."

Aurora stood up. The whole topic was too sensitive, and she didn’t want to keep going down that road. "Since you’re okay now, I’ll head out."

Everett’s eyes darkened slightly.

Aurora walked to the door, reached for the lock, turned it—and pulled.

Nothing happened.

The door wouldn’t budge.

What the hell?