Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Drake spoke up. "She's running a fever. Have your doctor check on her."

"Fever?" Barton reached out to feel Debra's forehead. "You're burning up. I'll call William over right away."

"It's okay. I'll be fine after some rest," Debra declined.noveldrama

Drake scolded, "When Marion isn't around, you're being difficult."

"I'm not."

"Then I shall call him back."

"Don't. Just bring the doctor." Debra grabbed his arm.

Drake glanced at her hand, realizing only Marion could keep her in line.

"Alright. Go back now," he said, heading downstairs.

Debra followed behind him but did not give up on investigating the attic.

William crept out of Andrew's room. "Well? Did she notice me?"

Barton shoved him back inside. "Prepare the fever shot. Make sure she sleeps longer."

"Leave it to me." William puffed out his chest.

Barton glanced at Andrew, still

unconscious in the bed. "Keep

Andrew Potter's illness confide Met especially from Mrs. H. Confidential,

"Don't worry. Patient privacy is sacred. Besides, this is the first time you guys have asked me for a favor. Of course, I..."

"Just hurry up and go."

"Alright."

William grabbed his medical kit and scurried to Debra's room.

Barton ascended to the third floor and opened the attic door to reveal workers swarming the space. Half the walls showed fresh paint the rest bore charred burn marks.

"Clean this thoroughly," Barton ordered. "Cover everything with wallpaper. Make it look like an abandoned storage room."

"Rest assured," a worker replied. "We'll finish in three hours."

"Inform me if you need supplies."

"Sure. This is the least we can do for Mr. Andrew Potter."

The room buzzed with equipment and chemicals to eliminate the fire's odor.

Descending, Barton unlocked the room where Erica, Randy, Garland, and Liza had been confined.

Liza grumbled, "Can we leave now?"

"You may, Barton smiled, then

stressed his tone. "But Mr. Andrew Potter hopes no one mentions the fire. Or there will be consequences."