Mr. CEO's Ex-Wife: A Cunning Comeback-Chapter 83 - : He Has A Fever

Western Hill Villa. Living Room.

Daniel sat in silence, staring at the closed bedroom door.

No one knew how long he had been there.

His bloodshot eyes held a trace of grief.

He had always slept soundly with Chantelle by his side.

He thought he would finally get a few nights of proper rest, only for his own son to ruin that hope.

After they left, the respected Daniel Wilson sat on the couch, pouring himself glass after glass of wine.

Bottle after bottle emptied, yet the room remained silent.

Worse yet, he waited from dusk until midnight without feeling the slightest bit tired.

Daddy is going to remember this, Railer!

He scowled at the dark night sky, silently cursing his son.

Arguing with a five-year-old was beneath him, so he could only hold back and make a mental note of it.

On the surface, he remained composed.

Early the next morning.

Chantelle and Kane, who had been hiding in the room, finally stepped out, hand in hand.

In truth, neither of them wanted to leave.

There was no food left in the house, and both of them were starving.

That was the only reason they came out.

"Mommy! Go back inside and hide! I'll handle breakfast and get enough food for the next few days!"

The heavy door creaked open as Kane peeked out.

His eyes swept the area, scanning like a radar.

That's when he saw his scumbag dad still there, lying on the couch.

His eyes widened, and he quickly turned, pushing Chantelle back into the room.

Every move was careful. He couldn't risk waking Daniel up and putting his mother in another tough spot.

His guard was up, fully alert against his father.

Chantelle sighed, unsure of what to say. "It's okay. Let Mommy out. We can't stay inside forever. It's boring."

She gently patted his head with a tender look in her eyes.

She took Kane's hand and headed straight for the kitchen.

It was true—going without food was pure misery!

In the kitchen, Chantelle stared at the sizzling eggs in the pan, swallowing hard.

"Mommy, something's off about my scumbag dad. He hates noise and wakes up even if I drop my Baymax plushie. But just now, I tugged his ear, and he didn't even move."

Chantelle was focused on making breakfast when Kane tugged at her shirt, pointing toward the sofa.

"Huh?" She paused, feeling doubtful.

Something didn't seem right. He was too still.

She took off her apron and walked over.

Up close, she noticed his lips were dry and had turned a faint purple. His face was pale, almost colorless.

Worry crept in as she patted him, trying to wake him.

His skin was burning.

"A fever? What's going on? He was fine yesterday."

She pressed a finger between his brows, but her worry only deepened.

Daniel had always lived in comfort as a Wilson. Everyone catered to his needs.

He was a grown man. He should at least know how to take care of himself.

That was why she never bothered with him.

Yet after just one night, he ended up with a fever and passed out.

The sight of empty wine bottles on the table turned her worry into anger.

Do you want to die that badly, Daniel?! 

Why did you drink so much?! You know you're injured!

She was about to scold him when she suddenly stopped.

Kane shouldn't know about his injuries.

She had no choice but to stay silent and curse him in her head.

"No, if this keeps up, he's going to turn into a brainless idiot!"

Chantelle grew more frantic when Daniel wouldn't wake up, no matter how hard she shook him.

Then, Philip's name popped into her head. She rushed to grab her phone.

She didn't need to think twice—Daniel had obviously lied about Philip being on a business trip.

Philip, who never left his comfort zone except for nightclubs, on a business trip? What a joke!

Just then, someone tugged at the hem of her shirt.

"Don't leave, Chantelle! I'm sorry!"

Daniel clutched to her pajamas, mumbling in a daze.

"Huh?! What are you talking about?"

"Let go! I'm trying to get help!"

His mind was a mess, and his words were barely coherent.

Chantelle couldn't figure out what he was saying. She only heard him calling her name.

After struggling, she finally broke free from his tight grip and grabbed her phone.

She quickly sent a message to Philip.

Her brows remained furrowed nervously.

Back when she was abroad, she had wished for Daniel, this blind scumbag, to suffer endlessly.

But now, seeing him unconscious and burning with fever, she realized she wasn't as heartless as she thought.

His fever was likely from his wound getting worse.

That thought made her softened.

"Huh? Daniel is injured? He has a fever?!"

Philip Collins was wrapped snugly in his blankets when he got Chantelle's message.

He nearly jumped out of bed.

Sleep vanished in an instant.

He grabbed his medical kit and rushed straight to Western Hill Villa.

"What happened?! When did he get hurt?! Why didn't anyone tell me?!"

Philip anxiously rang the doorbell, firing off questions before Chantelle even opened it.

"Uh..."

"You should go see for yourself."

She let him in, unsure how to explain Daniel's injury.

Instead of answering, she changed the subject and led him inside.

Philip didn't push for answers and rushed straight to the lounge.

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"Come on, Rai. Let's play upstairs. Uncle Philip needs to give your daddy an injection. We shouldn't disturb him."

Chantelle saw Kane lying on top of Daniel, reaching for his father's eyelashes.

She quickly smiled and waved at him.

Before Philip could say a word, she pulled the little troublemaker away.

Daniel's wounds were still fresh!

Redressing his wounds would be a bloody mess!

Kane didn't need to see any of it.

She wouldn't let her son be traumatized by the sight of blood.

"Okay!"

Chantelle had worried he might resist, but to her surprise, he agreed instantly.

Before heading upstairs, Kane glanced at Daniel with a worried expression.

Chantelle noticed it and was caught off guard.

For a moment, she wondered if her son had been swapped.

Kane had always resented Daniel.

He never hesitated to call him a scumbag father.

Who would have thought that Kane's sudden sympathy came from discovering Daniel was injured?