“Because of your so-called good deed, Megan has a high fever that won’t go down. I’m busy right now, so if you have any dignity, you’ll come back by yourself. If you can’t make it back, just go to the morgue instead.”
After saying that, Noah hung up the phone.
I stared at my phone for a long time, unable to come to my senses.
Megan had been in the bathroom all night and the cold air had made her run a high fever. But why did he say it was my good deed?
I couldn't understand and I felt a bit aggrieved.
I held back my tears and called Yale.
The phone rang for quite a while before it connected, but it was a woman’s voice on the other end.
“Yale hasn’t reached out to you, so could you please stop bothering him?”
As I scrolled through my contacts, I came across the entry labeled "Dad."
I couldn't quite remember whose contact that was. Was it Mr. Jill?
Mr. Jill and Mrs. Jill were away on a trip and they probably wouldn’t be back for at least ten days to half a month.
I dialed Mr. Jill's number. He could notify the family driver to come and pick me up.
“Mr. Jill, it’s pouring rain outside. Could you ask the driver to come to the hospital and take me home?”