Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 198: Wyatt Winslow’s Fever and a Father-Daughter Quarrel

His warm breath washed over Holly Winslow’s face, making her blush. She grabbed Mortimer Quincy’s wandering hands. "Not here."

Seeing she had agreed, a triumphant smile played on Mortimer Quincy’s lips. He swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

Holly Winslow had already prepared herself for what was to come. That scoundrel Mortimer Quincy had even taken off his clothes, but then he suddenly stopped, got up, and left the bedroom.

She was left speechless.

He quickly returned and handed her his phone. "Honey, call Dad and tell him you’ve gone to bed." After speaking, he gave her a kiss, his eyes thick with desire.

He added, "I’m traumatized."

Holly was speechless.

She called Wyatt Winslow. When the call connected, she said guiltily, "Dad."

"Mm." Wyatt Winslow’s voice came through the phone, sounding a bit hoarse.

Sensing something was wrong, Holly immediately sat up and asked worriedly, "Dad, do you have a cold?"

"No, what’s wrong?" The hoarseness in Wyatt Winslow’s voice was even more obvious, and he let out a suppressed cough.

"Dad, you need to go to the hospital."

’Holly couldn’t remember if Wyatt had gotten sick around this time. She rarely went home during university, and they seldom called each other.’

"It’s nothing, I’ve already taken some medicine." Wyatt Winslow paused, covering his mouth as he couldn’t help but cough a few more times.

He then added, "Are you short on money? I’ll transfer some to you."

...

After Holly hung up, she couldn’t help but worry and decided she had to go home. "Honey, Dad’s sick. I need to go home."

Mortimer Quincy could tell from Wyatt Winslow’s voice that it wasn’t just a minor illness. He grunted in acknowledgment, quickly put his clothes back on, and started buying plane tickets on his phone while comforting her. "Honey, don’t worry just yet."

"Dad will be fine."

The two of them paid double the fare for a cab to rush to the airport. By the time they reached her home, it was already past three in the morning. Mortimer Quincy was worried, so he followed Holly Winslow into the house.

Holly Winslow turned on the light and found Wyatt Winslow collapsed on the sofa, his face flushed. "Dad? Dad? Dad?"

She called his name three times, but there was no response.

She touched his forehead. He was burning up.

"Honey, quick, carry Dad to the hospital. He has a fever."

「The hospital. Nearly four in the morning.」

After the doctor took his temperature, his expression turned serious. "Why did you wait so long to bring him in? He’s at forty degrees. Any longer and you would’ve been in real trouble."

Holly Winslow bit her lower lip. Mortimer Quincy patted her back. "Thank you for your help, Doctor."

The doctor handed them a form. "Go pay the fees."

Mortimer Quincy went downstairs to pay. When he came back up, he saw Holly Winslow sitting on a chair outside the room, sobbing quietly into her hands, clearly blaming herself.

After handing the receipt to the doctor, he took off his overcoat and draped it over Holly. He then pulled her into his arms, patting her back comfortingly, and said in a low voice, "Dad will be fine."

Holly buried her face in his chest, her sobs uncontrollable. ’If I hadn’t made that call today, and with no one else at home...’

The two of them kept watch from four until past nine. The doctor came to check his temperature again. "It’s 37°C. The fever’s broken, but he should stay in the hospital a while longer to see if it returns."

Hearing this, the tension in Holly’s chest finally eased a little. She looked at the still-unconscious Wyatt Winslow. "Doctor, when will my dad wake up?"

"I don’t know, it depends. He’s suffering from overexertion. Let him get some proper sleep." After giving his instructions, the doctor left the room.

Holly went to get some warm water and washed Wyatt Winslow’s face. Then she got some for Mortimer Quincy, motioning for him to wash his face. "You should go home and get some sleep."

Mortimer Quincy shook his head. He wrung out the cloth and wiped her face with it. "You sleep for a while. I’ll keep watch."

Holly looked at him. "Honey, thank you."

"What for?" Mortimer Quincy ruffled her hair. "There, there. Get some sleep."

Holly didn’t sleep; she couldn’t. After calling Sophia Zane to ask for time off, she called her academic advisor to do the same.

A little after twelve, Wyatt Winslow finally woke up. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Holly, then he looked around. "Why are you back?" he asked hoarsely.

"Dad."

Holly looked at him with red-rimmed eyes. In the end, she couldn’t hold back anymore and threw her arms around him, crying like a child.

’No one else could understand how she felt right now. She had already "lost" him once, and now that she had a second chance, she still hadn’t taken good care of him. She was filled with self-blame and guilt.’

Looking at the daughter in his arms, it seemed like a long time since he’d seen her cry. Guilt flashed in Wyatt Winslow’s eyes. He raised a hand and patted her back. "It’s okay."

Around three or four in the afternoon, Wyatt Winslow was discharged. After Mortimer Quincy drove Wyatt and Holly home, he had to head to the university.

He said, still worried, "Call me if anything happens. My parents are home, so call them first."

Holly nodded. Wyatt Winslow looked at him and took two thousand yuan from his wallet to give to him. "You went to a lot of trouble. Next time, come back for dinner with Holly."

His father-in-law’s opinion of him had clearly improved. Mortimer Quincy accepted the money without protest, knowing that if he refused, Wyatt Winslow would feel indebted to him.

He nodded. "Okay."

At first, Holly had thought Wyatt Winslow just had a simple cold, until a phone call came that evening.

Wyatt Winslow had gone to take a shower, leaving his phone on the table.

When she heard the phone ring, she glanced at it instinctively. The number was so familiar it made her bite her lip.

She answered the call. Yvonne Lewis’s voice came through the phone, chilling her to the bone.

"How is my dad today? Is his condition any better?"

Yvonne Lewis’s filial piety struck Holly as both laughable and detestable. ’Has she ever cared about Dad? Has she ever considered that he’s all alone, too?’

"I told you not to call my dad anymore."

She paused, her voice tinged with hatred. "Can you just stay far away from us?"

’The farther, the better. We should have nothing to do with each other.’

’She can’t be allowed to affect Dad anymore.’

On the other end of the line, Yvonne Lewis was stunned for a few seconds when she heard her voice. She explained, "Holly, your grandfather is sick. I couldn’t come back..."

"You couldn’t come back? What does that have to do with us? You’re already divorced from my dad."

Holly had never detested Yvonne Lewis as much as she did right now. Yvonne had the least right to trouble Wyatt Winslow. She added, "You’re a daughter of the Lewis Family, and I’m a daughter of the Winslow Family. You’re worried about your dad, and I’m worried about mine."

On the other end of the line, Yvonne Lewis’s face turned deathly pale. "Holly..."

Wyatt Winslow had heard the commotion and came out of the bathroom. He took the phone from Holly’s hand and immediately hung up.

Their eyes met.

Holly looked at him stubbornly. "Dad, you promised me you wouldn’t get involved with the Lewis Family anymore."

Wyatt Winslow didn’t know how to explain, nor did he have the energy to.

He remained silent.

In truth, Holly understood everything. She understood that he still had feelings for Yvonne Lewis.

But she didn’t want that. She didn’t want Wyatt to still be in love with Yvonne. He deserved to have a family of his own.

"Dad, if you’re going to get involved in the Lewis Family’s affairs, then don’t worry about me anymore. I’ll go live with Grandpa and Grandma from now on."

Wyatt Winslow’s face turned pale, and his hands tightened. "Holly..."

He wanted to say something, but didn’t know what to say.

"Dad, you’re all I have."

Holly added, her voice laced with sorrow, "Can’t you take care of yourself?" With that, she went into the bedroom.

It was almost nine o’clock the next morning when Holly’s bedroom door finally opened.

Wyatt Winslow, who was sitting on the sofa, looked over. Her eyes were swollen, and his heart ached to see it.

Meeting his gaze, Holly smiled brightly. "Dad, what do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."

It was as if their argument from the night before had never happened.