When Love Comes Late
Chapter 1788

Flossie had been stricken with a stubborn high fever that refused to relent since coming to Colin’s house.

Despite administering medication and employing various methods to cool her down, the fever kept returning, leaving Colin fraught with worry.

Colin, feeling helpless as he watched her struggle, finally decided to call in a private doctor.

The doctor arrived promptly, administered intravenous fluids to stabilize Flossie, and monitored her until her fever almost subsided.

Colin remained by Flossie’s side throughout, his worry deepening with each hour that passed.

Watching her face, flushed from the fever, he felt a mix of helplessness and deep concern for her well-being.

Suddenly, a knock on the door echoed through the room.

Colin swiftly rose and opened the door to replace the housekeeper waiting with a message that instantly piqued his interest.

“Mr.

Yates, Mr.

Hanson outside wants to meet Miss Diaz,” the housekeeper whispered urgently.

Mr.

Hanson?

It didn’t take long for Colin to realize who it was.

He nodded, quickly making arrangements for Flossie’s care in his absence.

“I know.

Please look after Flossie.

If anything happens, just let me know.

I’ll step out for a bit.

”

With a simple “Okay”, the housekeeper moved past Colin to attend to Flossie, leaving him to receive the visitor.

As Colin entered the living room, he saw Edmund.

His knowledge of Edmund was limited; he knew primarily that Flossie held him in high regard and that he had exerted considerable effort to help her recently.

Colin greeted him with a reserved nod, maintaining a cautious silence.

Edmund, cutting straight to the chase, stated firmly, “I’m here to take my daughter home.

”

The declaration caught Colin off guard.

While he had suspicions, the directness of the statement demanded clarification.

“Your daughter?”

“Flossie.

I know she’s here.

” Edmund spoke with firm determination.

Upon confirming his identity, Colin’s approach shifted toward more formal.

courtesy.

“Mr.

Hanson, please, have a seat,” he said politely, gesturing toward the sitting area while reaching to pour a glass of water as a sign of hospitality.

Edmund, however, waved away the gesture, his mind clearly preoccupied with more pressing concerns.

“No, thank you,” he declined briskly.

“I’m here to see Flossie.

How is she? What’s her condition?”

The worry in his voice was palpable, each word underscored by a father’s concern.

Colin pressed his lips together briefly, choosing his words with care.

“Flossie has been unwell, suffering from a fever.

She’s just had intravenous therapy,” he explained.