Joshua was right. Ethan was indeed sick. He had been running a temperature for the whole night. He was bedridden, almost losing his life.

Kelvin was peeling an apple next to the bed like a maiden. His mouth didn't stop running. "Mr. Miller, look at you. What's all this for? You've been following Mrs. Miller around for half a year in disguise. In the end, you couldn't even hold her hand once."

Brent glared at him. "Can't you stop talking for a moment? Do you think Mr. Miller asked for that?"

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