Chapter 1925
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Harvey left the bedroom door ajar, the soft, warm glow of the floor lamp casting gentle shadows across the room. He had intended only to glance inside, but the moment his eyes landed on the bed, his expression shifted from casual to
shocked.
Vivian lay there, dressed in an intricately detailed period costume. Her features were serene as if she were in the deepest sleep.
"Vivian!" Harvey exclaimed as he rushed over to her.
His voice, sharp and urgent, should have been enough to rouse even the deepest sleeper. But Vivian remained motionless, her breathing steady, lost in an
unyielding slumber.
Frowning with concern, Harvey grabbed a nearby infrared thermometer and checked her temperature-97.88°F, perfectly normal. Still, something was wrong.
"Vivian?" He called again, but there was no response.
Her complexion was pale, and she seemed to have lost weight. A pang of guilt gripped him; he had been downstairs, oblivious to her return. Even without a fever, his worry deepened.
Going to the hospital didn't seem necessary right now, but something still felt off. Without hesitation, he immediately called Howard.
Howard arrived within 20 minutes, carrying a stethoscope and a first aid kit. The urgency in Harvey's voice had left no room for delay.
There were some medical supplies at the Galaxy Villa, but they were mostly kept in the basement for easy access in case of emergencies.
"Her outfit..." Howard noticed right away.
Vivian's period costume, clearly from a different era, was not just a mere costume or something seen in photos or movies. The fabric and embroidery were exquisite, far more intricate and refined than anything seen in the modern era.
The outfit she wore now was more elaborate and sophisticated.
Harvey beckoned Howard closer. He realized it was time to be honest with him. "Check on her first. I'll explain everything after."
Howard nodded, understanding the urgency, and immediately began examining Vivian.
Despite thorough checks, Vivian remained unresponsive, her state undisturbed by their presence.
After some time, Howard stepped back, his brows furrowed in thought. "Physically, she seems fine-just extremely exhausted. It appears her body is demanding deep rest. Let's talk downstairs."
Relief washed over Harvey, though worry lingered. They moved to the living room, where Harvey, after a pause, recounted everything-leaving nothing out.
Howard listened in stunned silence. The shock he felt was similar to the first time he learned about the existence of negative items.
After a long sip of water to steady himself, Howard spoke. "So, Vivian is in this condition because she
traveled back in time? And Moel.n.
Martin and Mrs. Martin are involved too?"
He suddenly felt like he was living in a fantasy world.
Harvey nodded.
Seeing Harvey's nod, Howard exhaled deeply. "If that's the case, it explains her weakness. Time trave? could have drained her physically She needs nutrients and rest. 1? prepare an IV drip to stabilize her. Once she wakes, we should take her
for a full medical evaluation."
Though his demeanor remained composed, Howard's mind raced. The impossible
had become reality, unfolding before his very eyes.
"Time travel? Connecting the past and present? And Mr. Martin and Mrs. Martin had time traveled too."
Meanwhile, Manfred had been standing in place for a long time. Long enough that Parlay Restaurant was about to close for the day.
Outside, Kemp sensed something was amiss. It shouldn't take this long for just a meal. Midnight had long passed.