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Orville raised his eyes, glanced at him coldly, and continued smoking his cigarette. Archibald was very upset, "Where's your manner? I'm talking to you!" "You're very noisy." Orville frowned slightly and said coldly as if surrounded by ice. Archibald choked and could tell that Orville was in a bad mood. Although Archibald had never lost a fight, Orville was several years older than him and was intimidating. Orville would terrify him if they had a fight. Archibald rubbed his nose and checked the time, "It's almost been an hour. I wonder if Ingrid's fever has come down?" Orville didn't speak. Archibald scratched his head in embarrassment and yawned. It was almost dawn, but he was sleepy. "I can't wait. I'll see if Ingrid gets better. If the fever comes down, I'll return to the hotel