Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 978

Charlie drove over to the Lamont family mansion.

He stepped into the place, swung the door open, and there was Henson, waiting with anticipation that quickly morphed into surprise, "Charlie!"

"Estelle sent me, how's your uncle?" Charlie comforted, patting Henson on the shoulder.

Henson slumped, "He still refuses to take his meds."

Dr. Alan joined the scene, his face all twisted up, "I've never seen Mr. Lamont be this stubborn."

"No worries, I've got this," Charlie said with a smile, then walked through the living room towards the bedroom.

In the room, only a bedside lamp was on. Jonathan was sprawled on the bed, his broad shoulders and back exposed. The sound of footsteps made him turn his head, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, long lashes drooping down again.

His face was flushed, obviously running a fever. His usually sharp eyes now seemed a bit dazed and tired.

"Are you disappointed to see me?" Charlie asked with a grin.

Feeling sick, Jonathan didn't feel like talking and stayed silent.

"Even though she's not here, she did call me. That means she still cares about you," Charlie said lightly with a smile.

"If she really cared, she would be here herself!" Jonathan's voice was hoarse and calm, emotionless.

Charlie sighed, "Take your meds, man!"

"No!" Jonathan didn't even bother to lift his eyes.

"Who are you sulking at?" Charlie chuckled, stepping up to the bed and handing Jonathan the medicine, "You volunteered to protect her but won't take your meds. What's up with that?"

"It's got nothing to do with anyone else. I just don't want to take it," Jonathan mumbled, eyes closed.

"You're acting more childish than Henson!" Charlie scolded, "Take your meds or I'll force them down your throat."