Weston sat by her bedside and looked at her.
He simply stared at her till Joan knocked on the door.” Sir, the doctor is here.”
Weston signaled her to ask the doctor to wait outside.
Stella
fell asleep very quickly, but perhaps she had felt warm that she instinctively stuck her foot out of the
sheets.
Weston stood up, looked down at her, and lifted his hand to touch her fair feet.
Stella immediately sank back into the covers.
A while later, she turned around such that her back faced him.
The corners of Weston‘s mouth curved upward in a silent smile.
His deep eyes twinkled in the dark.
Stella was left all alone in the bedroom.
She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling above her.
She had to exercise so much self–control to suppress that disdain inside her when she
was interacting with Weston.
It seemed Weston believed her act.
She sat up, fished out the medicine that Zeta gave her from her bag, and popped two into her mouth.
Whether Weston would eventually do anything to her, she could not tolerate the torture any further.
It turned out that being touched by someone hated to the core could be so revolting.
Stella was still running a fever, and her body was still fighting the virus inside of her. This meant that
the medicine took more time to take effect.
She fell asleep after that, and amidst her grogginess, could sense that Weston
brought someone into her room.
She recognized one of their voices as that of the family doctor who diagnosed
her with mental issues. One of them sat next to her bedside and listened to her heartbeat.
Another person stood a distance away and spoke to Weston.
She did not open her eyes but could hear what they were talking about.
“How has Ms. Steele been recently?”
That was the psychiatrist who had claimed that she had emotional issues.
Weston said, “She appears normal , just that she would talk in her dreams.”
“What does she say, specifically?”
Stella clenched her fists as
Weston‘s answer confirmed her suspicions. She apparently tended to say things she hid deep in
her heart when she was dreaming.
Therefore, he always knew that she cared very much for the child she lost and could never accept him a
He knew everything.
“When a person is under extreme stress and unable to find an outlet
to vent, she might release the pressure
in her dreams. To reduce such symptoms, Ms. Steele would first and foremost have to lower her
guard. But from what I can see of her condition now, that appears to be very difficult for her...”
The psychiatrist said with a heavy heart, “What’s more, for severe mental illnesses where a patient
suppresses herself to an extreme degree, it might result in pathological changes.
When that happens, counseling alone would be insufficient for treatment, and
various medications might be required...Oh
yes! Has Ms. Steele‘s health been in good condition recently?
Weston lifted his hand and rubbed in between his brows.” Her immune system is very weak.”
“This can’t go on,” the psychiatrist said. “Her health will be affected, sooner or later.”
“I got it.”
The doctor seated next to Stella took her heart rate. A moment later, he put down the apparatus with a s
Weston walked to Stella. “How is she?”
“Her cold is much better, and her fever has subsided. It shouldn‘t be a problem. But...”
The doctor hesitantly said, “Is Ms. Steele under some kind of medication?”
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