"Miss Tate, you're finally up!" A man's voice rang in her ears.

Avery looked to where the sound was coming from. It was Elliot's bodyguard.

"Miss Tate, do you still remember what happened last night?" The bodyguard stood by the side of the bed and said, "Last night when Mr. Foster carried you back, it was raining extremely heavily! He even lost his shoe! He carried you all the way back barefooted!"

Avery was speechless.

"Although your leg is seriously injured, Mr. Foster's feet were cut deeply too…" The bodyguard looked down at her. "You were under the rain last night, and you developed a fever, and so did Mr. Foster. After bringing you back, he dealt with the injury on his feet, took some medication, and left to attend Madame Rosalie's funeral without any time to rest."

The bodyguard looked at her emotionless face. He thought that, perhaps, the fever had made her stupid.

"Miss Tate, you're the craziest and bravest woman I've ever met." The bodyguard had an expression of admirati