Chapter ２３

In the next few days, Amelia Wytte was in a repeated fever and coma.

She had taken the medicine prescribed by Danver all the time, but it still didn't work. Was it because of her illness? As Danver said, it had become a big problem for her,

She leaned against the head of the bed and covered her belly with her hands.

"Oh, you are awake. You are still pretending to be weak on the bed. Get up and go to work." Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Noah looked at her with disdain and urged her.

"Did Mr. Clinton ask you to come here?" Amelia Wytte looked up at her and said coldly.

It seemed that Noah didn't expect her to do so. With a guilty conscience, she asked, "what? You didn't listen to order?"

"Of course. You are just a servant of the Clinton family , just like me. Even if you come here a little longer than me, it doesn't mean that you can order me without permission." Amelia Wytte answered decisively.