Dear Sweetheart novel

Heidi stammered, “A d-doctor?”

Jeremy smiled and said, “Please open the door and let me in to give her a checkup.”

“That won’t do,” Heidi said, fearing he would find out that Jessica’s milk had been spiked with contraceptive pills.

“Ms. Marsh’s wounds aren’t located at a spot where a male doctor should check. Why don’t you just pass me the

medicine?”

“I don’t need to examine her; I just need to ask her a few questions,” Jeremy insisted, dropping the polite

demeanor. “Move aside.”

Heidi was afraid that Jeremy would realize something was amiss if she continued to protest. Furthermore, the

doctor was Wyatt’s friend.

Left without a choice, she opened the door and invited Jeremy into the room. She took a look to see whether

Jessica was done with her food so that she could take the tray away, only to realize in shock that Jessica did not

drink the milk at all.

“Please leave the room,” Jeremy said to Heidi. “I don’t like people disturbing me while I work.”

“I… I’ll take the tray away then.” The more Heidi looked at the milk, the more panicked she became. “Ms. Marsh,

was the breakfast this morning not to your liking? I’ll get you a different serving.”

However, Jeremy stopped Heidi in her tracks. With a smile, he said, “Please leave it. After I take her blood, she’ll

need to have some sweet stuff.”

Right as Heidi parted her lips to say something, Jeremy added, “Please head out for now.”

Hence, Heidi had no choice but to exit the room.

Once the two of them were the only ones in the room, Jeremy finally had the time to take in Jessica’s physical state.

She looked much thinner, and her face was pale. It was a stark contrast from what she used to be like.

Furthermore, she was covered in bruises.

“Wyatt…” Jeremy wanted to make a comment, but he soon realized it was not his place to intervene. Thus, he

shook his head and walked over to open his medical kit instead.

He then asked Jessica, “Can I do a blood test for you?”

Jessica pursed her lips in silence, but she stretched out her arm for him.

Jeremy then pricked her index finger and let the blood drip on the blood-sampling device.

In less than ten seconds, the device came up with the results of Jessica’s physical condition.

After reading the report, Jeremy said to her, “Your body is fine, but you’re anemic and malnourished. You have to

eat your fill for the three meals of the day, and you should eat more meat.”

In the middle of his long speech, he realized he was not receiving any reaction from Jessica. Massaging the bridge

of his nose, he asked, “Are you not talking to me because of Wyatt?”

Jessica shook her head.

“Then why aren’t you reacting to anything I’m saying to you?” Jeremy asked, confused.

Jessica then walked over to the bedside table to grab a piece of paper and a pen. After writing on the paper, she

showed it to him. My throat isn’t feeling well. I can’t talk.

“Are your tonsils inflamed?”

When he saw her shake her head again, he reached out to touch her throat before asking, “Does it hurt? When did

you lose your voice? Did it hurt at the time?”

Jessica wrote: I couldn’t speak after getting a cold.

“Having a cold is a different matter; it has nothing to do with your vocal cords.” Jeremy glanced at the milk on the

table. When he thought about how Heidi was fumbling around earlier, he realized something.

At that realization, he took out a few bottles of medicine from his kit.

Once he was done making the prescription, he handed it to Jessica. “Pour a little of this into a glass of warm water

and drink it when you wake every day. If you still can’t speak after a week, have your housekeeper call me.”

A bitter smile appeared on Jessica’s face. She seemed reluctant to take the medicine, but in the end, she still did.

Jeremy then gave her two medicinal creams. When he realized it was getting late, he packed up his medical kit.

Before he left, he poured a little of the milk into a bottle and took it with him.

Heidi was waiting outside the entire time.

The moment Jeremy emerged from the room, she went over to him and asked, “Is Ms. Marsh fine?”

“Are you hoping that she isn’t?” Jeremy questioned.

“That’s not what I mean!” Heidi hastily lowered her head. “We’re all quite worried about Ms. Marsh.”

“That’s good to hear.” Jeremy chuckled. “A housekeeper should remember they’re a housekeeper and that they

work for an employer. Your job is to take good care of her in return for the money you earn. I’ll be back on

Wednesday.”

“Of… course.” By then, Heidi was sweating buckets.

Upon exiting the mansion, Jeremy called Wyatt and told him about Jessica’s checkup. “She’s doing fine, but she’s a

little anemic and malnourished.”

“Did you give her meds?”

“I did.” A pause later, Jeremy could not stop himself from saying, “Wyatt, don’t be so stubborn with a woman.

Locking her up here is tormenting both her and you. Is there really a need to do this?”

Wyatt’s tone instantly turned grim. “I just asked you to give her a checkup; I didn’t ask for you to stick your nose

into this.”

“I’m just concerned about you as a friend. Also, remember that she’s someone’s daughter, too. Look at what she

has become with your torment.”

Wyatt chose to stop listening to Jeremy by ending the call.

That infuriated Jeremy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Wyatt took a little time to make sure the deaths of Hausen’s CEO and the others did not blow up. After the culprit

was arrested and interrogated, they were soon released in less than two days’ time.

Eventually, the matter blew over silently.

A month later, Wyatt wrapped up his busy work and drove to Zenisan Villa in the evening.

With the lesson from before still fresh in her mind, Gianna did not dare to throw herself at him this time. Instead,

she followed him around and asked if he had been busy lately, as well as what he wanted to eat.

Impatiently, Wyatt snapped, “Do you want me to set up a stage for you to monologue away with how chatty you

are?”

“I’ll zip it then.” Gianna flashed him a flustered smile, but she was fuming on the inside.

I thought that Jessica would leave this place after fighting with Wyatt. Who knew that Wyatt would ask his friend to

give her a checkup and let her continue to stay here?

Half an hour later, the housekeeper was done with dinner preparations.

Recalling what Jeremy told him the other day, Wyatt told the housekeeper, “Have her come down for dinner.”

The housekeepers and Gianna had a look of surprise on their faces, thinking that they had misheard him.

Only after Wyatt repeated himself did Heidi scramble up the stairs.

In less than a minute, Heidi came back down and tentatively said to Wyatt, “Mr. Lopez, Ms. Marsh is drawing, and

she ignored me. I don’t think she wants to come down here.”

Wyatt slammed his fork down and gritted out, “Is she trying to starve herself to death?”

Utterly furious, he stormed up the stairs.

When he reached the third floor, he took in a few deep breaths before turning the doorknob to the room.

The sight of Jessica drawing by the window greeted him. He immediately walked over to pull her upright before

towing her out of the room. “Eat now!”

Jessica did not even want to answer him. She flung his hand away and readjusted her easel.

“What the f*ck do you want, Jessica Marsh?” The more silent she was, the more irked Wyatt became. Upon

realizing she was not even looking at him, he grabbed the easel and threw it aside.

There were a few covered paintings neatly placed in the corner, and when the easel hit them, they began toppling

down.

Jessica rushed over and started rummaging through the paintings.

Wyatt was already enraged, but when he saw her more concerned about the paintings instead of answering him—

when he saw her carefully holding the sunflower painting—fury overcame him.

He strode over and snatched the painting from her before aggressively tearing the canvas off the frame.

Sensing what he was about to do, Jessica lunged toward him to snatch the painting back.

“It seems like you like this painting a lot!” Wyatt sneered. He then raised his hands and tore the canvas in half.

Jessica’s eyes widened, and for a long while, she could only stare at him.