Ivy Collins' brows were still furrowed, even in her sleep.

Her face was as pale as paper, fragile enough to break at the slightest touch.

Jake Collins quickly walked up to her bedside, his brow furrowed deeply. "She seemed fine when I saw her yesterday, how did she suddenly get sick? Is it serious?"

Seeing his anxiety, Evelyn Lancaster comforted him, "It's nothing, nothing at all. She's just very tired and needs plenty of rest."

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