Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 122 In her dream, when Jason whipped her in the family hall, he hadn't held back. The pain was unbearable, sharp enough that she thought she might die. She thought of her father, her mother, and of Julian. It felt like she was begging him again-not to leave her behind. He seemed to be saying something, explaining something, but before she could hear it clearly, the shrill ring of her phone dragged her back to reality. Her lashes and clothes were damp with sweat.

She blinked at the caller ID in a daze before answering, "Hello?" The moment she spoke, she realized her throat was raw, hoarse to the point of pain, burning as if on fire. On the other end came a warm, kindly voice. "Dr. Wilson! I'm Agatha! Do you remember me? Agatha Norwood. I once saw you at the clinic." "I remember. Did something happen?" Sydney asked. "Oh my, what's wrong with your voice? Are you sick?" Agatha's worry was immediate. Sydney sniffled, her nose heavy. "Yeah, I caught a bit of a chill. Did you call because you're unwell?" "No, no." Agatha chuckled cheerfully.

tone warmed Sydney's heart. She smiled faintly. "No need. Keep them for yourself.' "You live alone, don't you?" 11 "Yeah." "Then let me come over with some flour and eggs. I'll make them at your place! You're sick,

maybe it was because she so rarely received care like this. That warm, almost familial concern disarmed her completely. Though feverish, Sydney felt lighter. She got up, washed her face, and changed the bandage on her forehead. By the time she finished, Agatha was bustling through the door,

when the muffins are ready." "I've slept enough. Let me help you make them." Fresh from sleep, Sydney's voice was soft, her whole demeanor gentler than usual. Agatha's heart melted, and she looked at her as though she were her own granddaughter.