Chapter 219
Chapter 219
Chapter 219
Macy’s face filled with alarm as she weakly shook her head. She shook her head and waved her hands in protest, tears streaming down her face.
Athena gently wiped Macy’s face with a handkerchief, her eyes reddening. “You always took care of me before. Now it’s my turn to look after you. Be good, will you? My hands are getting sore p>
Tears still glistening in her eyes, Macy finally lowered her head and took small, careful sips of the soup.
After the meal, Athena carefully helped Macy up and guided her to sit on the divan.
Athena examined Macy’s severed tendons. The injury had been left untreated for far too long. But luckily, this was nothing Athena couldn’t handle.
Athena said gently, “Macy, you need to eat well and regain your strength, okay? Only then can I fix your hand p>
Macy’s eyes widened in astonishment, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.
Athena smiled reassuringly at Macy. “Trust me. I promise I’ll make you whole again p>
Macy nodded firmly, her eyes shining with unwavering trust. Macy signed to Athena, “Even if you can’t heal me, I won’t be disappointed p>
Macy thought to herself, ‘As long as I can stay by her side, I’d have no regrets even if I died tomorrow p>
Though Athena didn’t understand sign language, she could interpret what Macy was trying to say.
Day after day, Athena shuttled between the Southalley and the duke’s estate.
Macy’s health steadily improved, and smiles returned to her face.
Apart from still being a little afraid of strangers, Macy was doing much better these days.
With Athena’s treatment, Macy’s hand gradually regained its ability to grasp.
To help Macy recover faster, Athena assigned her a rehabilitation exercise, sorting soybeans.
Every day, Macy was assigned a rehabilitation exercise, picking up a thousand soybeans one by one with fork to strengthen her hand muscles.
At first, Macy couldn’t even manage to pick up a hundred soybeans.
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Frustrated tears welled up in Macy’s eyes as she stubbornly forwent food and sleep, determined to finish picking up every last soybean.
But haste makes waste–without proper rest, her injuries couldn’t possibly heal.
Athena came over to comfort Macy gently. “I know you want to recover quickly, but healing doesn’t happen overnight. You have to take it slow, okay p>
“L–Lady Athena,” Macy stammered, her eyes brimming with guilt. She wanted to tell Athena the truth as soon as possible.
‘Damn my hands, I can’t even hold a pen, Macy cursed inwardly.
“Alright, no more of this,” Athena said gently as she set the medicine down again and turned to leave. “I’ll come check on you
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careful p>
Athena smiled reassuringly at her and said, “I’ll be careful p>
Lately, besides looking after Macy, Athena had also made frequent visits to check on Ferris.
Ever since our engagement was finalized, Ferris had been sticking to her more and more.
Honestly, if Ferris went even a single day without seeing Athena, he acted like a sulky child.
It wasn’t until Athena showed up with pastries to coax him that Ferris would finally crack a smile.
Athena couldn’t help but shake her head. ‘He’s such a child sometimes,‘ she thought.
Athena had just learned to make some new pastries today, so she took them over to Ferris.
“Get out.” The moment Athena stepped into Ferris’s courtyard, a furious roar erupted from inside. His voice seethed with rage and hatred as objects crashed to the floor. The sharp crash of shattering porcelain rang out.
Athena’s heart skipped a beat. She hurried into the courtyard just as a man emerged from Ferris’s room. A roguish smirk played on his lips, tainted with sinister undertones.
His eyes lit up
at the sight of Athena. With a sly, teasing grin, he drawled, “Well, if it isn’t Ferris’s lovely fiancée p>
“What a pretty face. But I wonder if what’s under those clothes lives up to my imagination.” He sized Athena up and down with a leering grin, lips curling into a suggestive smirk. As he spoke, he tried to get handsy with Athena.
But just as his hand reached out, a sharp numbness shot through his knees, and he collapsed to his knees before Athena.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.