Chapter 18

The pavilion's health expert said, "Young Mistress Ivy is fine, Master Race. She's just tired and needs some rest." 

"See, I told you. I'm fine," Ivy chimed in, taking a seat and looking at Race, who continued to gaze at her worriedly. 

"Then why is her body so cold?" Race asked without looking at the health expert, his eyes fixed solely on Ivy. 

"It seems her condition from the last time hasn't fully improved. It appears that Young Mistress needs another session with a healing mage," the health expert suggested. 

Ivy quickly shook her head and looked at the health expert. "I'm really fine, Doha. Just give me something for the headache and fatigue." 

"Call the healing mage again, Doha! Don't wait any longer. Call them today!" Race interjected, not hesitating to ensure the best for his wife. 

Ivy turned towards Race, incredulous, and gently held his hand. "Race, I'm truly okay." 

"Didn't I say I trust the health ex