The road was slippery after the snow, and everyone was driving slower than usual.
By the time the car stopped at the place where Talia has lessons, it was already past two.
Bella Acker gently poked the rosy cheek of the sleeping girl, "Talia, we're here."
"Hmm?" The little girl opened her eyes groggily, "Mommy, I'm sleepy."
"Still sleepy?" Bella Acker frowned, noticing her unusually red face. She reached out to touch her forehead, only to realize the little girl had somehow developed a fever.
"What's wrong?" Damian Sinclair turned his head.
Bella Acker frowned, "Talia has a fever, we need to go to the hospital."
"Let me see." Damian Sinclair unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and felt the little girl's forehead, finding it indeed very hot. His expression turned serious instantly, "We've been keeping her warm enough, and she hasn't been outside. How could she have a fever?"
