Chapter 32
“My lady!” Eliza cried in panic.
“Fetch some snow from outside! We must lower this fever immediately!” Chloe ordered. Her words rang with an urgency that would brook no argument.
“I swear,” Eliza said, “if anything happens to the child, I shall never forgive you!”
A maelstrom of emotions—fear, anger, regret, and sorrow—swirled in Eliza’s aged eyes. As Chloe met the older woman’s gaze, her voice was low but clear. “Point your finger at me later if you wish, but if you do not want the child to end up disabled, as I am, heed my instructions now.”
After several bouts of retching and three doses of medicine, the child finally calmed. Chloe, ever mindful of the cold, blocked the draft in the room and painstakingly cleaned the child, who had soiled himself, with a towel soaked in the melted cold snow.
“My lady, if there’s anything I can do to assist…” Eliza broached.
“The elderly are far more susceptible to fever. You should wait outside.”
