Harrison Yale seemed to suddenly dream of something, murmuring softly.
His face was as pale as snow, his thin lips parted and closed.
Because of the fever, the pale facial expression quickly turned flushed again.
The alternating cold and hot body temperature made him look bewitched.
Emma Aiden quickly realized something was wrong and wanted to call for help, but Harrison Yale held her tightly, refusing to let go, and she had no way to break free from his grasp.
"Harry, wake up, you're just dreaming, I'm right here by your side." Emma tried to call out to him.
"My little daughter-in-law... my little daughter-in-law..."
"I'm here, I'm right here, open your eyes, and you'll see me!" Emma's tone grew urgent.
"You're lying to me... you're hiding from me..." Harrison seemed unable to hear her, his brows furrowed tightly.
He kept calling out her name.
"Don't go, Emma."
"I'll wait for you to come back, I will wait for you to come back."
