Chapter 076 Monica, My Arm Hurts

"Dad! Dad!" William shook him, his face full of worry, calling out over and over.

Alexander barely opened his eyes. Seeing his son, he forced a smile, not wanting him to worry. "It's okay. I'm fine."

Sophia walked in too.

She stood next to William, her small hand touching Alexander's forehead. The heat was intense, and she immediately frowned.

Alexander's fever had to be at least 104 degrees Fahrenheit.

Thinking she was scared, Alexander quickly reassured her, "Daddy's fine, don't worry. Come on, let's go have breakfast."

Alexander forced himself to sit up and led them outside.

William and Sophia exchanged a look, neither saying a word, feeling a bit heartbroken. They didn't expect Alexander to still be holding on and calming them down in such a situation.

To say they weren't moved would be a lie. Alexander was really trying to be a good dad to Daniel and Amelia.

As they walked out of the room, Timothy and Joseph walked in.

Seeing Alexander's furrowed brow, Joseph immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Smith, is the injury serious? I'll call a doctor right now."

"It's just a fever, some medicine will do," Alexander said.

"But if it's serious, you can't just tough it out," Timothy said, stepping forward to feel his forehead.

"It's fine." Alexander waved him off, pushing him away.

Where would his dignity as a father go if he was treated like a patient in front of his kids?

The servant had already set breakfast on the table. "Mr. Smith, breakfast is ready."

Alexander nodded. When he turned to call the kids, he saw his daughter handing him a cup of water.

Feeling a wave of tenderness, Alexander took the cup, placed it on the table, and patted her head with a smile. "Amelia is so good, but Daddy isn't thirsty right now. I'll drink it later."

Sophia couldn't speak, so she glanced at William.

William immediately understood. Sophia had put fever medicine in the cup, but they couldn't say anything to avoid revealing their identity.

So, William picked up the cup again and handed it to Alexander. "Dad, drink it, you'll feel better."

Alexander had no choice but to drink it, though he didn't know why the water tasted strange. But he didn't think much of it. After that, he sat down with the kids to have breakfast and invited Timothy and Joseph to join them.

After breakfast, he was about to go to work.

Timothy was speechless. "Are you serious? The Smith Group won't shut down just because you miss a day of work. Why don't you just rest at home?"

William and Sophia were also speechless. Monica's special fever medicine would work as long as he took it and rested. Why did he insist on going to work? It seemed this illness wouldn't get better anytime soon.

But they all knew that once Alexander decided something, no one could change his mind.

Timothy had no choice but to tell Joseph, "Keep an eye on him. If he gets worse, call a doctor."

"Yes, Dr. King, I got it."

On the way to the company, Alexander took a nap in the car and felt a lot better, his body cooling down.

He had no idea the medicine was kicking in.

Once at the company, it was back-to-back meetings until eleven in the morning.

When he finally sat down at his desk, Joseph noticed his pale face and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Smith, are you feeling worse? I'll call a doctor right now."

"No need, you can go."

"But..." For the first time, Joseph hesitated to follow orders.

"What?" Alexander gave him a look. "Then the project in the south of the city..."

"Yes, I'll go now. Call me if you need anything." Joseph, already swamped with work, didn't want more tasks.

So, he hurried out.

Alexander opened the pile of documents on his desk, but for some reason, he couldn't focus on a single word. His arm wound was itchy and painful, like thousands of ants gnawing at it.

He picked up his phone and sent a message: [Monica, did you poison my medicine? Why does it hurt so much?]

Half an hour passed with no reply.

Alexander looked at the chat history, seeing only his lonely message, his face darkening. He sent another message: [Monica, my arm hurts.]

Then, over an hour passed with still no reply.

Monica wasn't like this before. She used to worry a lot even if he had a minor injury.

Nearly two hours had passed, and Monica hadn't checked her phone.

For a moment, he wanted to smash his phone and get Monica out of his head.

But he sent a third message: [Ms. Brown, there's a problem with your company's design proposal.]

Monica replied instantly: [What problem?]

Alexander laughed in anger.

He sent a fourth message: [Come to the Smith Group, we'll discuss it in person.]

CLOUD Design Company.

Monica looked at her phone and frowned. 'Who does he think he is, summoning me at will? Doesn't he know I have my own work to do?'

She replied: [How about this afternoon?]

The message sank like a stone, with no further reply.

Monica didn't want to deal with Alexander, but she couldn't mix personal matters with work. Besides, his injury was because of her. If he hadn't shown up yesterday, she might have been shot.

She took the design proposal for the Smith Group, along with medicine and necessary tools, and left her office.

Mia happened to walk by and asked, "Ms. Brown, are you heading out?"

"Yes. Handle this morning's matters. Push back anything that can wait, and rearrange the rest."

"Got it."

Monica then drove to the Smith Group.

Unexpectedly, she was stopped at the lobby.

"Excuse me, Miss, who are you here to see?" the receptionist asked.

"Mr. Smith."

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No," Monica said, not wanting to waste time, and added, "Mr. Smith asked me to come."

But the receptionist still smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Miss. We can't let anyone into the company without an appointment."