Adina's POV

The moment I stepped into Eric’s room, the heat hit me like a wall. His tiny body shook beneath the blankets, drenched in sweat, his breaths short and raspy. My heart squeezed painfully.

“Get the doctor,” I told the maid immediately.

She nodded and rushed out. I hurried to Eric’s bedside, brushing his damp hair back. “Eric… sweetheart, can you hear me?”

His eyelids fluttered weakly but didn’t open.

My chest tightened. He’d only been here for a few weeks, ...