Chapter 913
Chapter 913: The 61st Message from Hutchinson on Whatsapp (3)_1
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Startled slightly, Rowdy Brightwill, though surprised, glanced at Flossie Wright and noticed the unnatural flush on her face, which confirmed his suspicion.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Nancy Phillips seriously. After pondering for a moment, he began, "She is sick, I’ll take her to the infirmary."
Taken aback, Nancy Phillips paused, then frowned again.
The next moment, she turned to Flossie Wright, who was holding her gun to the side, "Flossie Wright, come here!"
With a focused gaze, Flossie Wright walked over without looking sideways.
"Sick?" Nancy Phillips asked indifferently.
There was a pause, and Flossie Wright’s reply was crisp.
After some thought, Nancy Phillips asked again, "What happened?"
"Fever," came the clear and concise answer.
Nancy Phillips breathed heavily, glancing sideways at Rowdy Brightwill, but saw that his gaze seemed glued to Flossie Wright, completely oblivious to her own stare.
Annoyance came unbidden!
Gritting her teeth, Nancy Phillips’s brow furrowed as she looked at Flossie Wright and asked, "Can you hold on?"
Her voice was cold; Flossie Wright wasn’t particularly invested in the answer.
Nancy Phillips had been hostile toward her since their first meeting, and her dissatisfaction seemed to have grown recently, always giving the impression that she was deliberately looking for a quarrel.
If she said she couldn’t, who knows how Nancy Phillips might ridicule her.
The fever wasn’t severe; she really could hold on.
Hearing Flossie Wright’s dismissive response, Nancy Phillips’s eyes chilled, and her mood soured further.
"She says she can hold on."
Nancy Phillips gave Rowdy Brightwill the answer.
At this time, it was Nancy Phillips who was in charge.
Since she could hold on, Nancy Phillips would not grant leave. Even if Rowdy Brightwill intervened, it would not make a difference.
"You’re listening to her?" Rowdy Brightwill was quite irritated.
"Not listening to her, should I listen to you?" Nancy Phillips was uncompromising, enunciating clearly, "Instructor Rowdy, you have no right to interfere with my training!"
Rowdy Brightwill was slightly angry, gritting his teeth hard.
He then turned around, clearly annoyed, and asked Flossie Wright, "Flossie Wright, are you sure you can hold on?"
He struggled to suppress the anger inside him.
He had come here after hearing from Becca Reyes about Flossie Wright’s situation.
𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Her body was bruised, and it hurt even to touch it, having been doused with a bucket of cold water the night before and waking up with a cold in the morning, she had been enduring it up until now.
And the matter of Flossie Wright’s contest with Jessie Grain, he had learned about it by asking around outside the door.
There was talk of a punishment too!
With Flossie Wright looking the way she did, even if her marksmanship was exceptional, she was bound to perform below her level, not to mention that her opponent was the professionally trained Jessie Grain!
How could she possibly win?
And sure enough, Flossie Wright lost.
But Rowdy Brightwill wasn’t angry about Flossie Wright’s loss, nor about Nancy Phillips being uninformed; he was annoyed at Flossie Wright’s attitude, that she didn’t seem to care about her own body at all.
Was it so hard to say that she was feeling unwell?!
"I’m certain."
Flossie Wright’s gaze hardened as she tightly grasped her gun, standing perfectly straight and still.
If not for her weary expression and the slight flush on her cheeks, it would be truly difficult for others to believe that she was currently running a fever!
"Instructor Rowdy, don’t forget that you yourself endured a 41-degree fever in the muddy trenches," Nancy Phillips’s gaze hardened, her voice full of irritation as she challenged, "What makes you think you can endure it, but she can’t?"
— End of Chapter 913 —