Dim lights hung from the ceiling above them.
It was as though a web of fear shrouded them, suffocating every inch of Stella‘s body.
The kiss he was giving her reminded her of that day on the balcony.
Weston stood right before her, his handsome face uttering such cruel words.
He said that he chose Guinevere.
His reason was that Guinevere feared heights, which meant he wanted her
to die in the hands of the violent and wicked kidnappers.
Stella vividly remembered the hopelessness she was drowning in at that point.
She remembered the feeling of the warm blood flowing from her body after
she jumped from the building.
She saw herself losing the child she had treasured more than anything else.
The life that she humbly received from Weston was
reduced to a pool of blood.
That was her only child in her entire life.
She was unable to protect her family and unable to save her only child.
“My baby... I‘m sorry...”
“I’m sorry...”
Stella shut her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Those tears seemed to scald Weston as he immediately released his hands. “Stella?”
Stella didn‘t reply to him. Instead, she mumbled repeatedly under her breath, “I‘m sorry...I‘m sorry...
“It‘s Mommy‘s fault for failing to protect you...”
She was shivering all over, hugging herself and refusing to let go
Weston realized that her body was heating up and
immediately became alert. “Stella, you‘re running a fever!”
All that pent–up torment she had undergone over the past few days finally erupted.
By the time Weston carried Stella out of the bathroom, she was already semi-unconscious due to the
high temperature.
She was in a daze, her mouth still spouting confused words. She felt terrible, as if her body was being
roasted
in an oven.
Weston carried her to the bedroom and wrapped her up in the sheets.
Her temperature was so high that carrying her felt like he was holding on to a boiling pot.
Weston ensured she was covered well
with the blanket and touched her forehead, to which his face instantly turned dark.
“Joan, fetch me the thermometer.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Perhaps they had spent too much time in the bathroom, and the water had long turned cold.
Stella‘s body condition was already weak, to begin with, and the sudden dip in temperature made her s
usceptible to fever.
Fatigue was etched in Weston’s brows as he instructed Joan to contact the family doctor. He then got
up to measure Stella’s temperature.
He filled a basin of water and began wiping her down.
Stella was considered weaker than the average woman. The moment she had a fever, she would
lose consciousness very quickly. She leaned in his embrace , frail, and mumbled in a daze.
“My baby...”
“I didn‘t do anything wrong...Granny, don‘t chase me away…”
“Second Aunt, I‘m sorry...”
Weston realized that she tended to dream of past memories whenever she was asleep. She always
seemed to be in misery, and the words she spoke in a daze always sounded painful.
It was close to dawn, and the sky was beginning to brighten.
Fatigue washed over Weston like a damp cloth, yet he couldn‘t fall asleep. .
Stella was still running a fever. So he made the family doctor rush over and had Joan prepare the fever
medicine in water so she could drink it.
Stella’s eyes were shut tight as she leaned against the headboard.
Weston held her up and leaned her against his chest. He held a bowl in
his other hand, scooped up a spoon of medicine, and fed it to her.
“Given Ms. Steele‘s condition, she probably can‘t swallow any pills now. She can only ingest
liquid medicine for now ...” Joan reminded him.
Weston saw Stella swallow the spoonful, only to see her suddenly spitting it out a moment later.
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