“Miss Tate, you’re finally up!” A man’s voice rang in her ears.
Averie looked to where the sound was coming from. It was Elyette’s bodyguard.
“Miss Tate, do you still remember what happened last night?” The bodyguard stood by the side of the bed and said, “Last night when Mr. Foster carried you back, it was raining extremely heavily! He even lost his shoe! He carried you all the way back barefooted!”.
Averie was speechless.
“Although your leg is seriously injured, Mr. Foster’s feet were cut deeply too…” The bodyguard looked down at her. “You were under the rain last night, and you developed a fever, and so did Mr. Foster. After bringing you back, he dealt with the injury on his feet, took some medication, and left to attend Madame Rosalie’s funeral without any time to rest.”
The bodyguard looked at her emotionless face. He thought that, perhaps, the fever had made her stupid.
“Miss Tate, you’re the craziest and bravest woman I’ve ever met.” The bodyguard had an expression of admiration. “At five in the morning, my colleagues and I found an injured wolf. It must be the one that bit you last night, right? You’re amazing! You’re so small, yet you could fight a wolf with your bare hands!”
“I had a dagger,” Averie corrected him. After speaking, something felt stuck in her throat, and she coughed terribly!
“Miss Tate, don’t speak. All you need to do is listen to me,” The bodyguard continued, “We ate the wolf! Consider it avenging you!”
Averie was speechless.
“Also, my colleague was extremely guilty about what he did to you in the cellar yesterday! The python doesn’t eat humans. They were just trying to scare you.”
“Why are you apologizing to me?” Averie asked hoarsely.
“Because we’re afraid! We initially thought that Mr. Foster hated you to death. We never thought that he cared so much for you,” the bodyguard said helplessly. “I know that you must hate Mr. Foster to death right now. I’m not speaking up for him or anything. I only hope that you don’t make things difficult for my colleagues. They are just being loyal to Mr. Foster —”
Averie said tiredly, “I want to rest.”
“Oh, I’ll get the doctor to come to check on you,” the bodyguard said and left.
A moment later, the doctor came over and checked on Averie. After measuring her body temperature and blood pressure, the doctor said, “Miss Tate, you still have a slight fever!
Also, you lost quite a lot of blood. You’re anemic. You need to stay in bed for the next few days. You cannot afford to catch a cold. Your body is extremely weak right now. The injury on your thigh is serious too. You have a huge wound, and it might leave a scar.”
Averie felt weak and wobbly. When she came around, she wanted to see if she could raise her legs. She could not.
Although she was awake, she was no different from a paralyzed person. She had no strength or energy
No person or thought could gain a reaction out of her. It was a normal thing when one was this weak.
“I’ll get the nanny to make some plain food,” the doctor said and left the room.
Averie lay in bed and looked at the lights on the ceiling in a daze. Sunlight shone in. The glass on the ceiling lights was extremely shiny.
The darkness in her heart stood in sharp contrast to the brightness of the day.
Not long after, a car honk could be heard outside the window. The black Rolls-Roice stopped in front of the courtyard.
Elyette got out of the car.
“Mr. Foster, Miss Tate is up!” The bodyguard said to Elyette, “She did not cry nor make a fuss. She seems like she is in a good place.”
Once the bodyguards realized Elyette’s true feelings for Averie, they did not dare to say anything bad about her.
Elyette heard him and entered the mansion. He saw the nanny carry a bowl of porridge. She was just about to head upstairs when she saw him.
“The doctor made me cook something light for Miss Tate,” she informed him.
Elyette took over the bowl of porridge from the nanny’s hands and headed upstairs.
He carried the bowl and approached the side of her bed.
When Averie saw Elyette coming, she did not react. However, her chest felt a little tighter.
“Open up.” He scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it closer to her mouth. “Averie, if you still want to see your children and get your revenge on Wanda, then open your mouth!”
Averie opened her mouth, but she did not do as he expected.
“I’ll eat it on my own.” Her feverish voice was hoarse, but the defiance in her bones was as strong as ever.
Elyette gritted his teeth and gazed coldly at her.
He placed the bowl of oatmeal down and helped her up. Then he arranged two pillows behind her for her to lean against.
He placed the bowl back into her hands.
Averie accepted the oatmeal, but, as she was about to pick the spoon up, her left hand that was holding the bowl suddenly fell limp and powerless. Her hands shook, tipping the bowl onto the covers.
Everything spilled.
Averie looked at the spilled oatmeal in shock. She pursed her lips.
Elyette’s heart broke at the sight. She had not done it on purpose. He knew that she had not done it on purpose. Averie truly wanted to eat on her own, but she lacked the strength needed to even hold a bowl.
Before Averie’s tears could fall, Elyette bundled the dirty covers away
“Averie, you will get better. Don’t cry!” He had intended to comfort her, but what came out sounded more like a stern lecture.
He took a deep breath, wanting to explain, but Averie had already laid back down with her back turned toward him.
Elyette did not hear Averie crying, but he knew that she was.
He took a fresh duvet from the closet and covered her with it.
“I’ll get the nanny to cook another bowl for you,” Elyette said in a low, depressive tone. He sat by the side of the bed, gazing at the back of her head.
Averie shut her eyes and said nothing. She suddenly felt extremely dizzy. It was probably due to the loss of blood.
Once she fell asleep, Elyette exited the room.
He had not slept last night, and now his head hurt terribly.
He entered his room and caught up on some sleep.
About an hour after Elyette fell asleep, the back of the hill suddenly caught fire.
All of the bodyguards in the mansion rushed to put out the fire.
Hayden, wearing a backpack, appeared in front of the mansion.
He had hidden in the trunk of Elyette’s car.
The bodyguards and servants had gone to put out the fire. The mansion was completely empty, with not a single person to be seen.
Looking out from the spacious main hall, Hayden could not find a guest room or the main bedroom. He could only see the kitchen and the servants’ bedrooms.
Having taken note of the ground floor’s layout, Hayden climbed upstairs.
He found Averie in the second bedroom he checked. When he saw her, he quickly ran over to her.
“Mommy!” At first, Hayden had wanted to yell, but, as he approached the bed, he noticed that Averie was sleeping and opted for a softer cry instead.
Averie was weak and in deep sleep, so she did not hear him.
Hayden stood by the side of the bed. He studied her.
He decided to wait for her to wake up in her own time, even though that could mean being discovered
He did not know what Elyette would do when he found out that he was there, but Hayden was never going to be apart from his mommy anymore.
As long as he was with her, he was not afraid of anything.
The commotion at the back of the hill woke Elyette up. When he woke, he immediately went to check on Averie.
He pushed open her room door.
Inside the room, Hayden heard the sound of the doorknob turning. He looked toward it. Instantly, the father and son’s eyes met.
When Elyette saw Hayden, he thought he had somehow entered the wrong room.
Why was Hayden here? How did he get here?
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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