Chapter 88 She’s in such a state
She nodded, her complexion not looking good.
Sebastian furrowed his brow, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
"It's nothing." Isabella shook her head, rolled out of bed, and said, "I just had a nightmare."
“What kind of nightmare?”
"It's already a nightmare, and yet you ask," she said, glaring at him, "Do you want me to remember it again? To scare myself even more?"
Sebastian seemed to think she made sense and didn't ask any further.
However, around eight or nine in the evening, Isabella started coughing and having a runny nose. The servant brought hot water for her, and she took a few sips, only to vomit the entire dinner, her lips turning pale.
The housekeeper hurriedly called the family doctor.
Isabella developed a fever, feeling hot all over and sleeping in a daze, sensing someone by her side all the time.
With her eyes closed, she felt dizzy and her ears buzzing, unable to make out what people were saying around her.
The nightmare she had during her nap resurfaced, trapping her.
In the dream, a baby was crying, crying heart-wrenchingly until its voice grew hoarse.
Isabella searched everywhere, desperately looking for the crying baby, but the scene suddenly changed, and she heard a fragile child's voice saying, "Mommy, don't you want me anymore?"
Everything was engulfed in white mist, and she couldn’t see anything clearly.
Isabella searched in all directions, running with all her strength, but found nothing.
At the entrance of the master bedroom, Sebastian's eyes revealed undisguised anger, "She's in such a state, and you won't give her medication? What kind of doctor are you?!"
“Mr. Lawrence, please calm down and listen to me...”
"I want her to get better," Sebastian said, "Can't you understand me?"
"Mr. Lawrence," the family doctor tried to soothe him, "Madam's illness is minor, there's nothing serious, she won't be in any danger. No need to worry."
“Then why did she get sick? She was perfectly fine all day!”
"Did Madam go anywhere today? Did she stay at Willowbrook Estate the whole time?"
Sebastian recalled and answered, "She went to the hospital."
"It must be because there were too many germs in the hospital, and Madam's immune system is weak, which caused her illness," the doctor said, "If I administer some medicine, she'll improve by tomorrow and recover fully the day after."
“Then why didn’t you do it?”
"Mr. Lawrence," the family doctor hesitated slightly, "But you previously instructed and emphasized that Madam's health should be focused on preparing for pregnancy... I can't just casually prescribe medication."
Sebastian was taken aback.
That's right, preparing for pregnancy. Isabella's meals at Willowbrook Estate may seem ordinary and normal, but in reality, they were carefully planned.
"So, Mr. Lawrence, you see, for now, I will temporarily give her some ordinary medicine, and then we can try other methods to reduce the fever... or”
“We let Mrs. Lawrence’s fever subside for now. If the situation worsens later on...”
Sebastian raised his hand, interrupting him, "Just do whatever you think is best."
“Alright, Mr. Lawrence.”
The family doctor entered the room, while Sebastian stood in the corridor, hesitating to go in.
At this moment, he was actually afraid to see Isabella.
And at the same time, his phone, which had been left on the master bedroom couch, began to vibrate, with the screen flashing a call notification. One word was written on it: "Lynda."
The phone continued to vibrate for almost a minute before hanging up due to not being answered.
Half an hour later, the family doctor emerged, saying, "Mr. Lawrence, everything is fine. It might be tiring for you, but you should accompany your wife tonight. If the condition worsens... medication will be necessary."
"I understand."
Sebastian returned to the bedside. Isabella's face had a slightly abnormal redness, but her lips were an unprecedented pale.
A cooling pad was placed on her forehead.
He sat down beside the bed, looking at her peaceful face as she slept, and gently kissed her forehead.
"You'll get better," Sebastian said. "I'll be here for you, Bella."
But at this moment, his heart was overwhelmed with a strong sense of guilt.
If he nodded, the family doctor would immediately administer medication tailored to her condition, and she would be much better when she woke up tomorrow.
But now... it relied solely on Isabella's own immune system.
Sebastian didn't know that she was immersed in that nightmare, aimlessly searching and running, accomplishing nothing.
He remained by her side, holding her, and thankfully, Isabella's fever finally subsided in the latter part of the night.
Her body temperature gradually returned to normal.
Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, gently placing her back on the bed, and went to take a shower.
Passing by the couch, he picked up his phone that had been left there and glanced at it.
Missed call from Lynda.
But it was already past four in the morning, calling back would be meaningless at this point.
Sebastian put the phone down and entered the bathroom.
Throughout the weekend, he stayed with Isabella in Willowbrook Estate and didn't step out of the door.
No one was allowed to visit.
The Watson’s were worried sick but dared not make any rash moves. They could only anxiously wait day after day.
After falling ill, Isabella lost her appetite, and her complexion was poorer. She would only eat a little before placing her chopsticks down, looking weak.
Sebastian asked, "Aren't you eating?"
"I'm full," she replied.
"Eat a bit more," he said, "Is it still not to your taste?"
"I really ate enough." Isabella looked at him. "You enjoy your meal, I want to rest."
She got up and left, not even sparing a glance at Sebastian.
Isabella felt that this illness, as terrible as it was, allowed her to openly say things without sparing anyone’s feelings...
Looking at Sebastian's expression, there was no need to hide anything. Although she didn't understand why she had done it, the pain in her heart found a tiny release.
The beginning and end of this marriage had been predetermined long ago.
In the dining room, only Sebastian remained.
The staff present... didn't dare make a sound.
Sebastian's face looked terrible, like the imminent thunderstorm in the sky just waiting to explode.
Yet, he simply set his chopsticks down, slowly and elegantly wiped his mouth. "That's enough."
"Yes, Mr. Lawrence."
Sebastian got up and with big strides, he left the dining room.
Isabella returned to the master bedroom, sat on the sofa, and stared blankly ahead, as if she had lost her soul. She didn't even notice when Sebastian came in.
It wasn't until the sofa next to her sank slightly that she jumped and turned her head.
Her slender waist was captured in his embrace as Sebastian held her from behind, lifting her up to sit on his thigh with his chin resting on her shoulder.
She didn't move, obediently letting him hold her like this.
"I have to go to the office tomorrow," Isabella said, "but I... might need another day to rest."
"Mhm."
"Could I take a day off?"
Sebastian replied, "I'll be with you."
She didn't quite understand. "With me? How will you manage the company if you’re going to spend your time here with me?"
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