Murray had always believed that this incident was Andres's ultimate taboo.
If Maeve hadn't brought it up that day, he and Hans would have thought this chapter of history was sealed away forever.
Andres was genuinely dumbfounded.
"I once fell deathly ill because Nancy Grover left?"
Murray was equally confused by his reaction.
"Mr. Andres, this was a massive deal. You didn't forget, did you?"
Andres asked, "When exactly did this happen?"
"Just a few days after Nancy left," Murray replied.
Andres racked his brain, trying to access that memory.
It was true that he had fallen ill after Nancy's departure, but it was just a standard fever and cold.
Everyone got sick sometimes.
He wasn't made of steel; coming down with a bug was simple human nature.
What the hell did that have to do with Nancy Grover?
"Murray, explain yourself clearly. What exactly happened?"
Realizing something was seriously off, Murray recounted the events of that year.
"Mr. Andres, that illness nearly killed you. Hans and I honestly thought you were a goner."
"You ran a high fever for days. We pumped you full of fever reducers and injections, but nothing worked."
"When we rushed you to the hospital for an IV, the doctor said you were in critical condition and had completely lost the will to live."
The more Andres listened, the more absurd it sounded.
"Are you sure you aren't talking about someone else?"
Murray's expression was dead serious.
"Why would I ever joke with you about something of this magnitude?"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Hans later."
Unfortunately, Hans wasn't around today.
Desperate to prove his point, Murray pressed on.
"When your fever spiked, you were completely delirious."
"You kept crying your eyes out, begging someone not to go."
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