Rosalie’s phone rang an hour later. Yves had arrived.

Rosalie headed downstairs so she could open the door.

Byron and the little guys had been beside her, and they all heard a man’s voice on the other end of the line. Before Byron even said anything, the little guys took the initiative and urged him to go downstairs to take a look.

Upon seeing how the little guys seemed to be in an even greater panic than he was, Byron nodded slowly and strode downstairs.

“Thank you,” Rosalie said as she stood in the garden and took the spray from Yves.

The disease was transmittable, and Rosalie was doing her best to maintain her distance from him. However, Yves had brought over quite a few sprays, and Rosalie was finding it difficult to hold them all.

“I’ll help you bring them inside,” Yves suggested gently when he noticed her struggling.

Rosalie turned his offer down without hesitation. “I’m sure you know too how highly transmittable this bacteria is. I already feel super guilty for aski