Chapter 477

This also made it easier for the medical team to proceed with treatment.

When Ian returned to the room with the medication, Aurora happened to open her eyes.

“Miss Walton, how are you feeling?”

Aurora gave a faint shake of her head.

She tried to push herself up using her arm, but Ian quickly stopped her. “Miss Walton, you’re still on an IV drip. You should stay lying down.”

Following his gaze, Aurora noticed the IV bag hanging beside her.

With no choice, she eased back onto the bed.

She cleared her throat and was surprised by how dry and raspy her voice sounded. “Did you bring me to the hospital?”

Ian nodded. “Yes, Miss Walton. The doctor said it’s acute gastroenteritis. It has to do with your eating habits. The meal I got you earlier… you didn’t eat it, did you?”

Aurora’s face rarely showed such embarrassment. “I got caught up with work and forgot.”

Hearing that, Ian nearly exploded. “Forgot? Miss Walton, you can’t be careless with your health!

“This is your own body. You’re going to live in it for the rest of your life. You have to take care of it!”

As he spoke, his eyes shimmered with tears, like he might break down right then if she didn’t take it seriously.

Seeing that, Aurora gave a small smile to comfort him. “Alright, it’ll pass. I’m fine now.”

“And look, I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Ian opened his mouth to say more but stopped when Aurora coughed twice. He immediately handed her the cup from the bedside table.

“Careful, it’s hot!”

Aurora shot him an approving look.

She hadn’t expected this assistant, usually so low-key, to be so reliable in a crisis.

After a sip, she waved her hand to signal that was enough.

Looking at him, she said, “I really troubled you today. It’s late, and I made you come all the way out.”

As soon as she said that, Ian’s face changed.

He shot Aurora a disapproving look. “Ms. Walton, how can you say something like that? What do you mean?”

Aurora blinked in confusion at his sudden raised voice. She had no idea what had just set him off!

Then he said firmly, “Ms. Walton, we’re friends. Friends are not supposed to help each other?”

That last sentence wavered with emotion, his voice catching ever so slightly.

Maybe people just got more sensitive when they were sick, but Aurora couldn’t bear hearing that kind of tone. She quickly shook her head. “Of course not. I’ve long seen you as a friend.”

He threw his hands up. “Well then, there you go. I’m helping a friend. Why would I find that troublesome?”

Aurora smiled warmly.

To have friends like this in her life—she couldn’t ask for more.

“Alright then. It’s getting late, and I’m fine now. Why don’t you head back and get some rest?”

She glanced at the time. Nearly two hours had passed since she’d blacked out.

Thinking of how Ian had been called in suddenly, she felt a twinge of guilt.

But he still looked reluctant. “Miss Walton, you’re still on the drip. I’ll stay until it’s done.”