After hanging up the phone, Maxwell rubbed his brow and went back to the bedroom.

Serena was still running a high fever, her eyes quietly closed.

He sat on the edge of her bed and reached up to pin her hair behind her ear.

Her face was so small, palm-sized and white and delicate.

Her eyes gave off a clean and well-behaved look when they were closed, but once they were open, her gaze was always sharp and determined.

"Matthew ......"

Serena mumbled a cry, her brows knitted together tightly as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, one after the other.

Maxwell wiped her tears away with his...