Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 478 Something's Wrong

Whitney held Wallace's gaze for a long moment before releasing his hand. In a soft voice, she muttered, "Thank you."

I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Was it just me, or was the air between them a bit too tense?

I hurried to her side, my steps quick. "Let me help you to the bathroom. I don't want you fainting again."

She nodded, leaning on my arm for support as we walked slowly, step by careful step.

Whitney was still weak, her head swimming.

I helped her back into bed.

At that moment, the servant brought breakfast. I turned to Wallace with a polite smile. "Dr. Mervin, you must be tired. Please eat something and rest in the guest room afterward."

"Thank you, Mrs. Bolton," he replied. "Here's the prescription for Ms. Sander. You can have the medicine prepared according to it, but she should wait until her cold is gone before starting the herbs." "Understood."

I sat beside Whitney, feeding her spoonful by spoonful. She ate without protest, each bite taken as I offered it.

I gently wiped her lips with a napkin and touched her forehead. "You're still running a slight fever. Rest for now. We'll need to give you another IV this afternoon."

Whitney nodded and shot Wallace a quick glance. "Thank you, Dr. Mervin."

Wallace set his bowl down, and wiped his lips, "It's nothing, really."

With Whitney's condition stabilizing, I felt a sense of relief.

She took her medicine, and sleep quickly overtook her. Wallace rose to leave. "Ms. Sander, take a rest. I'll be at the Bolton Residence for the next couple of days. If anything comes up, don't hesitate to call." "Okay."

Whitney watched him leave, her eyes lingering as if she had something to say but then hold it back.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

She shifted her gaze away from Wallace and gave me a faint smile. "Nothing."

her eyes, I quietly shut the door behind

the guest room and casually asked, "Dr. Mervin, since you're familiar with

trusted, I felt completely comfortable

days, and I was worried about the

"Of course," he said.

I placed my arm on the table,

pulled his hand away. I couldn't help myself. "So,

voice calm and steady, "your digestion seems a bit weak. It could slightly affect the baby's absorption of nutrients, but don't be alarmed. With proper care

against the polished floor. I called out to her with a smile. "Alisa here is pregnant too. Dr. Mervin, why don't

imperceptibly. "Aunt Chloe, that's really not necessary. My baby is

I said, brushing off her concern. "Dr. Mervin is an excellent physician. A quick

at her.

Alisa took a seat beside

my pleasure," he

offered a tentative smile. "So, Dr. Mervin, my baby is healthy,

her for a beat, unreadable yet thoughtful. Finally, he nodded. "Yes, everything seems

she

the clock on the wall. "Dr. Mervin, you've been on your feet all night. I shouldn't

head

"Follow me."

the guest room on the first floor, the door already ajar to reveal a neatly prepared space. "If you need

very kind, Mrs.

leave

behind him, and I turned toward the garden, drawn by

damp earth

the garden, Alisa sat with her easel, her brush moving with quiet precision. I walked over to her with curiousity. "Don't you

glanced up briefly, her

as I can to helpraise money. It's a small way to give back-and maybe it'll bring

thought," I said,

flicked to me, bright with an idea. "Aunt Chloe, are you free? You could join me at the event. It's not like you

so. I haven't been feeling my best lately, so I probably wouldn't be much help. But I can donate some old things for the sale. That's still something,

the stairs, though rest