Chapter 709
Jane, concerned about Tiffany's assessment of Christopher's focus on Daniel's condition after the incident with Hart, asked how things were going. This union seemed to betray his…
Tiffany reassured them both. "His condition is improving, but I'll do my best to treat him as quickly as possible."
"Thank you, Miss Kelley. We're counting on you," Christopher replied with a deep bow, his eyes filled with hope and desperation. It was striking to see such humility from the butler of such a wealthy family. His deference eased Tiffany's lingering doubts about the Coopers' power and influence, leaving a favorable impression.
She had briefly suspected something suspicious about the Coopers or Daniel, but now realized she was overthinking. With that settled, she focused on treating Daniel.
On the surface, Daniel appeared weak, with a chaotic pulse and heartbeat. However, the cause wasn't poisoning or anything obvious, making diagnosis incredibly challenging.
Tiffany initially planned to return the next day, but Christopher persuaded her to stay. "Mr. Cooper's condition usually worsens at night. If you're here, we might be able to figure out what's causing it sooner."
His reasoning was sound, so Tiffany agreed. Relieved, Christopher smiled and quickly arranged a guest room for her. His excitement made Tiffany rub her temples. Did he really need to be that overjoyed? she thought.
What she thought would be a straightforward case proved more complicated than anticipated. It was no wonder the Coopers had sought her out after so many renowned doctors had failed.
A servant led Tiffany to a guest room next to Daniel's, allowing for quick access if needed.
"Thank you," Tiffany said entering the impeccably prepared room, with fresh linens and a luxurious yet understated design. She walked to the window and gazed at the sprawling Cooper estate, nestled between mountains and river, exuding tranquility and beauty.
From the corner of her eye, Tiffany noticed Daniel on his balcony, sitting in his wheelchair, reading a book in the golden light of the setting sun. His white shirt accentuated his pale complexion and noble bearing, the gentle breeze tousling his soft hair.
Tiffany found herself mesmerized. Suddenly, Daniel looked up, meeting her gaze with calm intensity. A small smile graced his lips; his features were striking.
Startled, Tiffany quickly nodded before drawing the curtains.
The rest of the afternoon was spent studying potential treatments. "This herb's effects are too strong. It might do more harm than good. No, this one won't work either," Tiffany muttered, crossing options off her list. Ultimately, she concluded she needed to observe his condition when it worsened.
Night fell, and the manor's lights sparkled like fallen stars against the dark valley. Tiffany sat by the window, watching the distant city lights and stifling a yawn.
June had returned to Lama-Villa earlier to handle an influx of patients. Left alone, Tiffany began to feel sleepy. As her eyes drifted shut, an unsettling dream surfaced. Richard signed the divorce papers without hesitation and left with Jennic.
Tiffany jolted awake, her chest heavy with sadness. Even though it was just a dream, the oppressive feeling lingered. She wondered if her dreams were premonitory.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a breaking sound in the next room. Was Daniel's condition worsening? she thought.
Tiffany immediately went to his room. Strangely, the corridor was silent; no servants or Christopher were investigating. She knocked. "Mr. Cooper, can you open the door?"
There was no response. On her third knock, the high-tech lock clicked, and the door opened. The room was dark, illuminated only by moonlight. Tiffany saw Daniel's overturned wheelchair, but he was nowhere in sight.
Tiffany's heart skipped a beat. Just as she reached for the light switch, a hoarse voice stopped her. "Don't turn on the lights."
"Why not?" she asked.
"I don't want you to see me like this," Daniel said weakly. "I look terrible."
Tiffany chuckled softly. "I don't care about that. I'm here to treat you."
Ignoring his protest, she turned on the lights. Daniel was slumped against the bed, unable to move his legs, the wheelchair having tipped over. Despite his condition, he looked unexpectedly attractive. His messy hair and chiseled features were striking, his long eyelashes casting shadows. His skin was pale, his lips colorless. Far from terrible, he possessed a strange, delicate beauty.
Tiffany couldn't help but feel a bit envious. Shaking off her thoughts, she focused on her task. She took his pulse and asked, "Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere," he replied.
"Is it always like you're burning all over?"
Tiffany frowned, noting his pulse and heartbeat were more chaotic than before. She reached out to check his forehead but stopped when she met his intense gaze.