The sheets were white, the quilt was also white, which made her long, shiny black hair stand out. Matthew Saxon instantly noticed her lying on the bed.
Her small face was as white as the sheets and quilt.
The room had the heating on, and the down quilt she was wrapped in was quite warm, yet her complexion still wasn't good, pale as if she were frozen.
A few hours ago, Olly had worried that she might get sick, and hours later, Scarlett Yates was indeed ill.
Matthew Saxon walked to the bedside, sat down on the bed, and gently called her, "Scarlett Yates."
She seemed to be sleeping very soundly and deeply; a person had entered her room, sat beside her bed, and called her, yet she had no reaction at all.
The bedroom was exceptionally quiet.
Thus, Matthew Saxon could hear her breath clearly becoming rapid and heavy, as if her nose was blocked, making breathing difficult.
Under these circumstances, Matthew Saxon couldn't possibly think she was merely asleep.
She was ill...
