The scorching temperature frightened the servant, who pulled back their hand as if electrocuted.
"Miss Cecilia Branford has a fever..." the servant said, turning around and running out immediately.
Soon, the family doctor arrived at the bedroom to hang an antipyretic medicine for Sophie Sullivan.
When Lucifer arrived, Sophie hadn't woken up yet. He sat by the bedside, looking at the feverish and unconscious Sophie, feeling distressed.
He got up, left the bedroom, and reprimanded the butler and all the servants, "How are you taking care of Cecilia, letting her get such a high fever!"
"Young Master Lucifer, you... please don't be angry. Miss Cecilia was fine last night, we didn't expect her to suddenly have a high fever." The butler's forehead was covered in a fine mist of sweat.
He dared not raise his hand to wipe it, so he let the tiny beads of sweat congeal and drip down.
