Chapter 62

When Theodore arrived at Cynthia’s place, she was lying in bed. Concerned, he immediately sat by her bedside.

“How are you feeling?”

Cynthia looked pale and was clearly very ill, even trembling when she breathed.

“Theo, you’re here. I told them not to call you. I know you’re busy. What’s wrong with them?”

A furious Cynthia tried to get out of bed.

“Don’t move.” Theodore immediately pressed Cynthia back onto the bed. “They were right to call me. How did you get this sick?”

Cynthia coughed a few times as she shook her head. “It’s all my fault. My body is too weak. I really hate myself. I might as well just die and end this suffering.”

“Stop that nonsense.”

Theodore frowned, his eyes filled with worry. He took a towel that a servant had brought and placed it on Cynthia’s forehead, patting it gently.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get better soon.”

of getting better? I’ll just keep getting sick. Theo, I don’t know how much longer I can endure this,”

He sounded stern, but his tone still

Theodore seemed genuinely upset, Cynthia

when it was dark outside did her fever gradually subside, returning

thermometer in relief.

here with me

“I’m glad

“You’re my reason to live. As long as I have you, I

gazed at Cynthia’s sincere expression, he suddenly recalled what Rosalie had said about the crystal bracelet and how

Cynthia told

better now, Theodore said, “Cindy, I need to ask you something, and I want you to be honest

is it?” Cynthia

office, what

Was Theodore questioning her?

I… I did tell her some

that I sent you abroad and

it seemed like she might not make it, so Theodore had stayed by her

told

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