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Chapter 773 What’s Their Relationship
Rosalie’s phone rang an hour later. Yves had arrived.
Rosalie headed downstairs so she could open the door.
Byron and the little guys had been beside her, and they all heard a man’s voice on the other end of the line. Before
Byron even said anything, the little guys took the initiative and urged him to go downstairs to take a look.
Upon seeing how the little guys seemed to be in an even greater panic than he was, Byron nodded slowly and
strode downstairs.
“Thank you,” Rosalie said as she stood in the garden and took the spray from Yves.
The disease was transmittable, and Rosalie was doing her best to maintain her distance from him. However, Yves
had brought over quite a few sprays, and Rosalie was finding it difficult to hold them all.
“I’ll help you bring them inside,” Yves suggested gently when he noticed her struggling.
Rosalie turned his offer down without hesitation. “I’m sure you know too how highly transmittable this bacteria is. I
already feel super guilty for asking you to make such a long trip this late at night. I’m afraid you’ll get infected too,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtso I don’t think you should go inside.”
Yves was a doctor too, and he had also participated in the research that went into creating the spray. Naturally, he
knew how transmittable the bacteria was.
He did not insist further upon hearing what Rosalie had to say.
Just as he was trying to figure out a way to help Rosalie carry the sprays into the mansion, another person
appeared at the entrance.
Yves looked up instinctively.
A surprised look flashed in Yves’ eyes when he saw the person standing at the door.
Byron Lawrence? What was he doing here at this hour?
He was still puzzled over that when Byron strode over to him and stared at him expressionlessly as he asked, “Are
you... Dr.
Graham?”
Byron had met Yves for a brief moment the last time he picked Rosalie up from the research institute.
Although he had only met the man with her once, Byron recalled him clearly.
Yves returned to his senses and extended a hand as he said politely, “Hello, President Lawrence.”
Byron frowned slightly and did not extend his hand in return as he said, “I apologize, but I'm infected as well. I won’t
be shaking your hand for your benefit, Dr. Graham.”
Another wave of shock washed over Yves when he heard that.
Rosalie had mentioned infected children when she asked him to retrieve the medication from the research institute,
and Yves had instinctually thought that she had meant her two little boys.
However, if it was them, what was Byron doing here? Also, how did he get infected too?
What sort of relationship did they have?
An equally gloomy look was present in Byron’s eyes.
He remembered that the woman had left the research institute with this man the last time they met.
Now, she was asking for his help again during an urgent situation like this.
What sort of relationship did they have?
A tense atmosphere formed between the two in an instant.
Rosalie was thinking of her two little boys and did not sense the tension between the two. She merely said, “It’s late,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmand now’s not exactly the best time, so I won’t be inviting you in.”
Yves returned to his senses and nodded in understanding. Before leaving, he also gently reminded Rosalie, “Watch
your health.
Don’t tire yourself out.”
Rosalie smiled.
A short while later, Yves got back into his car and drove off.
Rosalie and Byron stood in the garden and waited until they could no longer see his car before turning and heading
back into the mansion.
They both had two large spray bottles in their arms.
When they returned to the bedroom, they were met with the sight of the three children lying sickly on the bed. Estie
was already starting to become dazed from her fever.
“Mommy...” Lucian and Nox were still alert enough to call out to her when they saw them walking in.
Rosalie hurried forth and placed her hands on their foreheads, which were warm to the touch.
Upon realizing that, Rosalie hurriedly retrieved the spray bottle and sprayed its contents all over the little ones’
bodies.