Chapter 992
"Father Ben's body has reached a point where it can no longer hold on. My medicine can only delay the inevitable," Alexander said.
Liam lowered his eyes, remaining silent.
"I understand. Write the prescription," he said in a muffled voice after a moment.
Alexander walked over to Father Ben's wooden desk, where he used to copy articles. The ink and pens on the desk were still arranged as they had been in the past. He had first copied articles standing on a small stool at this very desk.
Alexander quickly wrote the prescription, which included several herbs not available on the market. He made a phone call and arranged for someone to fly them in from the capital city overnight.
Liam did not dare to delay. In the middle of the night, he went out to fetch the prescribed medicine.
At the first light of dawn, the herbs Alexander needed were delivered to the church.
Alexander handed the herbs to Liam. "I will come every day to give Father Ben acupuncture."
"Thank you." Liam nodded gently. After a moment of silence, he added, "A believer shouldn't be as obsessed as I am, but I..."
He couldn't bear the thought of being separated from his master by life and death. The mere thought of the future without Father Ben by his side left him feeling panicked and lost.
"I understand," Alexander said, gently patting Liam's shoulder.
Liam glanced at him, and his whole demeanor relaxed. "You haven't slept all night. Go get some rest."
"Alright." Alexander nodded. He took one last look at the closed door of Father Ben's room before leaving.
Alexander did not return to his room to rest. Instead, he waited on the path Stella would take when she left her room. He didn't have to wait long before Stella, still groggy, came out with the other believers.
"Mr. Beaumont, are you waiting for your wife so early?" a believer teased.
Alexander had a subtle charm, appearing otherworldly, yet he was incredibly attached to his wife. Wherever she went, he followed.
"Alexander, why are you here?" Stella immediately perked up upon hearing his name and ran towards him.
With just one look, Stella sensed something was wrong.
Alexander was wearing his sleep T-shirt and pants. He was meticulous and would never wear his sleep clothes out.
"Why are your slippers mismatched? This one isn't yours, is it?" Stella held Alexander's hand and glanced at his feet, whispering.
Alexander hadn't paid attention to what he was wearing all night. "No wonder it felt a bit tight," he said, looking at the slightly smaller shoe on his right foot.
"You go ahead!" Stella called to the other believers, then took Alexander's hand and led him towards his room. "Hopefully, the person whose shoe you took hasn't left yet!"
All night, Alexander had been in a terrible mood, consumed by repeated self-reproach.
Based on Father Ben's condition, he had gone through every book he could think of in his mind. There was no method to save Father Ben.
Stella's warm hand enveloped his cold one, bringing immense comfort to his chaotic state.
It was like a ship drifting through turbulent waves finding its way back to a safe harbor that belonged only to him.
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