By the time the ship's doctor arrived hurriedly from the banquet, she had already developed a high fever.
Before administering the fever-reducing injection, the doctor asked if she was allergic to penicillin. She opened her mouth, but instead of speaking, a gush of blood poured out.
It turned out that, while immersed in the freezing cold water, she had bitten her tongue to stay conscious.
When she was standing, she could still swallow. But now, lying on the bed, the blood in her mouth was nearly suffocating her.
"You... you're so badly hurt, why didn't you say something earlier?" Mitchel seemed frantic with worry.
Livia suddenly let out a mocking laugh, but as she tugged at her mouth, blood spilled over her.
She had wanted to speak, but had anyone ever given her the chance?
Previously, he had always been annoyed by her chatter when she was by his side, yet now, when she said she wanted to break off the engagement, he was suddenly so concerned for her.
Mitchel furrowed his brows, feeling a twinge of regret. He lowered his head and sat by her bed. He took her hand, trying to reassure her.
"Don't worry, I'll have the captain turn the ship around right now. We'll head back immediately and once we reach land, I'll take you to the best hospital!"
After saying that, he instructed the ship's doctor to give her the fever-reducing injection and immediately contacted the captain, commanding him to change course.
This cruise was chartered by him specifically for the New Year's Eve gathering and suddenly turning back in the middle of the event left everyone astonished.
"Mitchel, I feel so dizzy," Malva swayed a little, struggling to stay on her feet.
Mitchel quickly released Livia's hand and rushed to catch Malva, his eyes instantly reddening.
"Malva, are you feeling seasick?"
Malva looked up, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I'm fine, Mitchel. It's just that after having a fever for a month, there are some aftereffects."
Mitchel's eyes dimmed, filled with deep concern. "I told you not to come, but you insisted on coming anyway..."
"But I wanted to spend New Year's Eve with you..." Malva's face grew increasingly flushed. "Mitchel, don’t worry about me. There’s just one fever-reducing injection on this ship. Please give it to Livia first. I’m not important."
Mitchel quickly stopped the ship's doctor. "No, give it to Malva first!"